MTL - Heavenly Curse - Chapter 923 Come back

Enter the Immortal Sect, cultivate the Immortal Dao.Others practice diligently and arduously, but Li Yunjing masters everything in one go, his comprehension defying the heavens.Understand the thunder magic, embark on the path of immortality.Practice the thunder magic, and take on the heavenly calamity.

Let’s fight! Go! Who am I afraid of with a chip that turns into a brain cell? ! Get promoted and get rich! The nest treasures are all mine!

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After the Fall of Guardian God. His legacy was passed on to Zack. Zack, Who was quite ambitious and Powerful. Can He follow the footprints left behind by the Guardian God or Forge own damn legacy till the end?

He is Smart, Calm, and Collected. Decisive during decision-making. He learns and grows. In the world of Humans, Monsters, and other unknown species. How is he going to overcome the challenges? and began his journey towards the Unknown.

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.