The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story - Chapter 141: Eating The Delicious Mother Elf (3/3)

Cultivating immortality was too hard, with no Spiritual Root, Wang Ba accepted his lot in life.

He chose to join a Sect, becoming a servant in charge of raising chickens.

But the moment he touched a chicken, he realized that his path to immortality might be a little different!

In a world of Mana Awakened powerhouses, Damian Bloodbane awakened into the Legendary, never-seen-before and utterly shameful E-Rank.E-rank.Before Damian Bloodbane, D-rank was the lowest Grade among all of the Mana Awakened in the entire world.After Damian Bloodbane, the world had its first and only E-rank Mana Awakened.It was worse than being Unawakened.The scorn, the ridicule, the mockery, the sarcasm and the utter humiliation he had to go through nearly drove him mad.Until one day…[Death Energy Detected… Absorbed][Necromancer King System Activated][Welcome, Damian Bloodbane, Sovereign of Death][You may select your class][Available Classes:][Death Necromancer][Death Knight][Death Assassin]Witness the rise of Damian Bloodbane from the Legendary E-Rank Trash to be the World-Strongest King of Necromancers! Or… will he?

Be an Uber driver, one Pagani Zonda rewarded.

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.