Family Management Game In Immortal Continent - Chapter 386 - 381: Their Path Is One They Walk Themselves

Su Hao traveled through the city and came to a world of integrated novels, and became one of the villain’s male supporting characters. He even kidnapped the heroine at the beginning.

Su Hao was a little panicked. In this world, various protagonists were born…

The son-in-law of the Dragon King pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, a super hero started from scratch, the soldier king returns, a peerless killer, an entertainment king, an immortal anchor, and an immortal respects life…

Facing the children of luck, what should he do?

“Ding – The host’s mood fluctuations are detected, and the Destiny Villain system is activated. Please make the following choices.”

[Option 1: Release the heroine, as if nothing happened, reward: Eliminate the identity of the host villain as a male supporting character! 】

[Option 2: Hunt down all the protagonists and become the villain of destiny, reward: lucky ten consecutive draws! 】

Since then…

Su Hao takes heaven and earth as the chessboard, and the protagonists of all walks of life as chess pieces, becoming the ultimate boss behind the scenes, dominating everything, covering the sky with only one hand…

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

As the head disciple of the number one sect in the world, Luo Jianqing had a brilliant reputation. He was the most respected senior brother of his junior brothers and sisters: the last disciple of the cultivation world’s number one cultivator, Luo Jianqing greatly respected his master’s teachings, not crossing his limits by even half a step.

Talent, appearance, power.