Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons - Chapter 221: The Elite Families Attention

Liam was thrust into the multiverse starting from MCU where he was given the ability to travel to various games where he could get some abilities, props or knowledge based on his completion rate of the story in the game world.Start the journey again as Liam gets to see his world change from what he had known from the movies.

Ray, a super nerd virgin otaku student was transmigrated into a game based on galge.

“Ding, please prevent the main heroines from falling in love with the protagonist

Rewards: Elementary Cooking skills.

Penalty: The host will lose his house and all his property.”

Wait, WHAT THE HECK!!!

I don't want all of this, please return me to my old world!!

“Ding, It was indicated that the host wants to reject the mission. Reject the mission and immediately gain the penalty Y/N”

NOOOOOOOO, What in the seven hell has I did to ever deserve this thing!!!

Follow the journey of Ray and the absurdity of the system in this story.

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Beast taming, School life, R-18, MILF, Weak to strong, Yandere, Evolution, Annoying system, Super annoying system, Super super annoying system don't complain you have been warned.

Everyone said that Yi Qing was the number one Sword Cultivator in the world, with a swordsmanship and cultivation that no one could surpass. Whether it was when he was cultivating in the Lower Realm, or when he was in the Ten Heavens of the Upper Realm, he has always been undefeated.

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.