School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master - Chapter 909 - 989: Use My War Blood to Stain the Demon Sword

He, who leads human evolution to become Light.

An ordinary young man of the earth accidentally gets a testing VR helmet…

The world changed ever since…

BarelyTranslation : 1-25 chapters of mine aren’t linked here, but it is available at my site.

Video games are one of the important ways to entertain people in the new era.

However, Take Yuxing from Japan, who traveled to a parallel world, found that the game industry in this world was extremely sluggish, and it seemed that it had never arisen.

So Zhu Yuxing decided to bring the ninth art to the world.

“Mom, Super Mario 3 is out! This is my most wanted Christmas present!”

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“My Zelda is addicted to picking branches and has no intention to save the princess”

“It was Link who saved the princess!”

“Huh? Is it? Well Zelda”

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“I am willing to sacrifice my soul just to protect the fire girl!”

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“More than racing, Forza is YYDS!”

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“Tifa is my eternal goddess!”

Games never sleep, this is a story that will only focus on developing the game entertainment industry.

(This story is a parallel universe and does not insinuate any related characters. Any similarity is purely coincidental)

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The beautiful Blue Star tragically fell victim to an invasion by enemies from the Otherworld. The globe was left riddled with wounds, but it also presented an opportunity for the Awakening of the Blue Star people—a chance to choose something other than hot weapons. Individuals could use their own strength to slay enemies, amass wealth, and reach the pinnacle of their lives.Ye Nai was lucky enough to awaken in advance, releasing energy spores that could decompose organic matter. He had planned to make a stunning debut during the mass Awakening at school, but results showed he hadn't awakened?!What the hell?I haven't awakened?Then what's this Fungal Mycelium I have that can decompose abnormal creatures?Ye Nai gave a devilish smile.Haha, everything that happens is to my advantage. Whether it's the enemy or abnormal creatures, obediently fall into my hands and become nourishment for my mycelium!

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.