MTL - Douluo Dalu 4: Ultimate Fighting - Chapter 1777 Grim Reaper, Crazy God, Immortal Emperor

Wei Ruo, a highly skilled doctor, was time traveled as a female supporting role in a novel. She was left neglected in the countryside for ten years and returned back when she was thirteen years old.

Seeing that she only knew how to grow flowers, grass and vegetables all day long, everyone thought that she was a peasant woman.

As the female supporting role, Wei Ruo did not want to fall in love with the male lead, nor did she want to compete with the female lead. All she was thinking about was to make money, make money, and make money!

When the fake daughter was still worried that Wei Ruo’s return would affect her status, Wei Ruo had quietly saved up a private fund.

When the fake daughter was still trying to attract the male lead’s attention, Wei Ruo had already made a big fortune.

If you want money, you have money, if you want food, you have food, The shop was opened one after another.

Later, her brother became the first minister, her father became the general, and the one sitting on the emperor’s chair was her husband.

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[Propose to Liliana Draven and get rejected.][Success: Gain the All Affinity Crystal and God-Level Talent.][Failure: Lose the system and receive… a handkerchief to wipe your tears]Veer braced himself for rejection, but to his shock, she actually said yes![Ding! Task failed][But a hidden mission has been completed. System upgrading...][Would you like to merge with the Wife Doting System?]_______________________Labeled as a joke for his “useless” Dragon Master Aspect, Veer never expected dragons to take him seriously—or for the School Belle to form a contract with him.And what? she’s an Ice Dragon? And her sister, the Dark Dragon, wants to be tamed too?Veer’s life just turned into pure chaos, and it’s only getting crazier!......

Lucifer travels to the world of One Piece, binds the system, and obtains the fruit of words and the power of hell demons at the beginning.Everything Lucifer says will become reality, and matter can be summoned or generated through sound.Flash, lightning, fire, ice, magma, gravity, earthquake, all powerful abilities, Lucifer can use.By beheading enemies, Lucifer earns kill points, which buy more powerful powers.Akainu: As soon as Lucifer speaks, my magma can only be used to light candles.Kizaru: As soon as Lucifer opened his mouth, my flash was slower than a turtle.Whitebeard: My Shock Fruit can't shake a rock.Kaido: My immortality has failed.Redhead: Why is my strongest Conqueror's Haki gone?Five Elders: Please, stop talking.Lucifer: I haven't done it yet, why are you so stupid?Everyone: You didn't do anything, but you did.Lucifer: A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands.From then on, a hell demon who used his mouth to attack invincible opponents all over the world was born.Disclaimer: This is Translation

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.