I'm Hoarding for the Apocalypse - Chapter 542 - : We Will Be Neighbors From Now On

Three years ago, he got into serious trouble for a woman's sake and ended up serving a three-year sentence.Three years later, he returned triumphant, only to find that the woman had sided with their enemies, and his closest friend had been ruined.In life, simplicity reigns: with the sky above, the earth below, brothers in the heart, and the beloved in the embrace, one needs nothing more.Yet, life is not always simple: facing obstacles from gods and buddhas alike, he vows to conquer all challenges across three thousand worlds. Nothing can stand in his way!

As the daughter chosen by the Heavens, she was already extraordinary from birth. However, with her talents concealed, she was treated like tr*sh and mercilessly betrayed. So, she decided to let her supreme capabilities shine!

From then on, her bloodline had been awoken. Everything was possible—refining antidotes and weapons through alchemy, taming the dragons and phoenixes, and even being the ultimate ruler of the world. Since then, millions of people admired her and she lived up to her name as the strongest concubine in the world!

Only that cold, evil and immensely domineering Ice Emperor, whom she had accidentally provoked, loved, protected and helped her everywhere…

“Oh dear, after he has treated me like that, how can I ever like someone else? This man is really cunning!”

The Celestial War!A war that has been ongoing since time!Pyrrhus, the human god isn't left out. He's known for his might and greediness, conquering many stars and sectors!Kyle Lin, a boy of Zekkoa becomes the recepient of a system; one which Pyrrhus has sent as a help. Forced to reincarnate into a magic world, he must grow stronger as the world is at stake.Kyle must free himself of being a pawn and take power into his own hands. Witness his journey to become an Omni Mage!

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.