I Became a Level -99 Vicious Lord - Chapter 262

When he woke up, Zhou Yi became the jailer of the Heavenly Prison.

Fortunately, the fruit of longevity, but there is no way to protect the Tao!

In the chaotic world of the Xiuxian world, monsters and monsters are rampant, and there are many dangers. Zhou Yi decided to hide and practice for hundreds of thousands of years!

The situation is changing, time is passing.

The child who was let go a hundred years ago became the founder of the country.

The young man who was instructed a thousand years ago became the Supreme Elder of the Immortal Sect.

The pet that was raised 10,000 years ago has become an exotic and peerless demon king.

This is the story of a mortal who is immortal, sitting and watching the vicissitudes of life, the change of brokerage, and finally becoming the immortal god of immortality!

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What if the strongest person reincarnated to another world.

Will he keep pursuing his dream to have a peaceful life?

“Ding.. The Idle system is fully integrated.”

“Wait… Why am I keep getting stronger?!!”

Or will he conquer this new world?

Seek and stay tune Angus's adventure in another world.

Su Chengyu took the blame for his wife and went to prison for three years. Upon release, he realized that she had betrayed him.Despite this, he benefited from misfortune and comprehended the Dao, stepping into the world of immortal cultivators. He could easily master immortal techniques and ancient martial arts. He could also refine pills, draw talismans, treat illnesses, and save people at will!Su Chengyu postured crazily in the Red Dust City, vowing to find out the truth behind the death of his 127 Su family members 26 years ago.

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.