MTL - The Distinguished Cute Master - Chapter 1220 Tenhikoban, 75

Nagasawa crossed to Naruto Universe and was bound to Konohagakure.If Konoha is severely damaged and destroyed, Nagasawa’s lifespan will be reduced.He panicked at the thought of the upcoming Nine-Tailed Demon Fox's attack , and the thought of Konoha getting destroyed left him in despair.Fortunately, while bound to Konoha, he can obtain templates of powerful characters.At the beginning, He got the Whitebeard template! Since it's the Whitebeard from the Summit War of Marineford, he can use Tremor-Tremor Fruit's ability and Haki.Facing the Tailed Beast Ball, which terrorized Konoha Shinobi, Nagasawa leaped and shattered the Tailed Beast Ball with one punch!

[space + superpower+ farming + family + babies + slow pace + face slapping+world building]Elena has returned from a dark future where society has collapsed. Now, as the apocalypse approaches once more, she must confront the dangers alongside her husband, Ethan, and his courageous family. Together, they fight against natural disasters, mutant beasts, and an alien invasion that threatens to eradicate humanity.Join Elena and Ethan as they navigate the world full of uncertainty.********Excerpt:Triplets little show (2 years old)Ethan was strolling through the living room when he spotted his son climbing on the table.Ethan: “Leo, come down!”Baby 1, in the kitchen, turned around and sprinted to the sofa.Baby 1: “Daddy, eo!” [pointing at himself earnestly]Ethan: “Oops, my mistake! Leo’s here; Finn, get down now!”Baby 3 burst from the bedroom, rushing to the sofa.Baby 3: “Daddy!” [looking puzzled]Ethan: “Finn?”Baby 3: “Daddy, Finn!” [leaping into Ethan’s arms]Ethan felt his face heat up. Just then, Max darted down the table, throwing himself into Elena’s embrace.Baby 2: [giggling as Elena smothered her with kisses] “Mommy!”Elena shot Ethan a knowing look, her eyes saying, “You mixed them up again.”Ethan: [with a playful glint in his eye] “Can you blame me? They’re all adorable little lookalikes!”They both chuckle, watching the chaos unfold.

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.