Reincarnation – The Divine Doctor and Stay-at-home Dad 2 - Chapter 57

Humanity was finally recovering from the wave of an unknown Mana Apocalypse that had turned the world upside down.

A world where Science had married Magic. Advanced technology had mixed with magic spells.

Monsters took over the world and remarked earth's cities and countries as their kingdom. Half of humanity took the path of magic to survive, and half of humanity took the help of their advanced technology to survive. But what if humanity turns against humanity? The world split into two groups- The Science Users and The Mana Users

Hitori, who happens to be in the Mana Users group hates magic and spells. Saibai Hitori's passion, pleasure, and happiness lie in gaming. He unlocks the solo Cultivation System and the ability to cultivate in and outside the most popular game.

[The Emperor of the Apocalypse] is currently the best VRMMORGP open-world, kingdom-building survival game in the world. In this apocalyptic world, players try to clear dungeons marked on the map to mark that as their territory and eventually become the one and only Emperor of the Apocalypse.

In times of destruction, trusting someone will only destroy you. Players and guilds started attacking each other in the game. Guild Vs. Guild, Player Vs. Player, Player Vs. Environment, Realm vs. Realm. Everything is on, everything is going down.

Hitori's goal is to unravel the secret behind his parents' death and become the Emperor of the Apocalypse.

In a world where humans evolve and survive, only I cultivate and conquer.

Transmigrating into a mystical and eerie world, Fan Wu gains a special ability: a system to allocate attribute points! By slaying demons and monsters, he earns points to enhance his own attributes!From then on, a peculiarly muscular Taoist priest appears in this supernatural world.Facing trembling demons and monsters, Fan Wu reveals a ferocious grin.“Your purity is too low!”“System, enhance my stats!”

[I have led a cautious life, but the system keeps trying to do me in] “Ding Dong!” “Welcome to the Smart Cultivation System!”

“You have chosen to cultivate the Bone Forging Art. The system will start cultivating for you. The system has detected that the host is missing the Bone Tempering Pill. Please wait a moment…” “Ding Dong!”

“The system successfully stole ten Bone Tempering Pills for you, and the cultivation will continue…” “Important reminder, while the system is cultivating, you will lose lose control of the body…”

After getting the Smart Cultivation System, Pei Ling began to grow stronger rapidly. He was prepared to become a deity until one day… “Ding Dong!”

“You have chosen to cultivate an unknown technique. The system has identified this as a dual cultivation method. The system will start to cultivate for you. The system has detected that the host is missing a Dao Partner. The system is looking for a Dao Partner for you…” So, Pei Ling watched as he ran to the fairy’s training room next door, drugged her, and carried her into his room…

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.