I Own a Funeral Home: Live Stream Following Other Streamers and Shock the Entire Internet! - Chapter 223 - : How Can There Be Reporters? (2)

The Demon Lord was as strong as a fly.

So when I swatted him away after sleeping in on the morning of the fight.

The world trembled and the goddess descended.

“Please... Please just fucking go back. I don't want to die.”

And sent me and the hero back to Earth.

Except she had taken away all my powers, and...

[Welcome to the Earth’s Apocalypse - Scenario 1 is currently in progress]

[Congratulations, you have been chosen by the Strongest Dragon God system, would you like to accept?]

HELL. NO.

A system is for losers.

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Li Xuan found himself in a predicament after transmigrating without the luxury of a system or plug-ins. To evade notice, he took refuge in a small mountain village. However, one day, he was mistaken for a reclusive expert, he was forcefully adopted as a master by an eager disciple who refused to take no for an answer.

Struggling with his moral compass, Li Xuan initially rejected the disciple’s proposal due to his commitment to honesty. Yet, faced with persistent insistence and tempting offers, he reluctantly crafted fictional cultivation techniques. Much to his astonishment, the disciple not only embraced these fabricated teachings but successfully cultivated with remarkable prowess.

Witnessing his disciple’s thunderous muscles, resilient bones, and potent vital force, Li Xuan couldn’t fathom the inexplicable success. Bewildered, he exclaimed, “I fabricated it all! How did you manage to cultivate so successfully? What kind of monster are you?”

To add to the perplexity, a mysterious Golden Finger manifested: “Your disciple mastered the technique you invented from scratch. Your flawless completion of the technique has enhanced your strength a hundredfold compared to others at the same level!”

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[MATURE CONTENT]“Kiss or Kill?”“Karma.”*****Broken by a pack that was supposed to be home, Tamiko swore to never attend any mating ceremonies. He knew they would eventually reject him, so he didn't want to risk the heartbreak even more.However, a lonely best friend in need of a mate and a bunch of convincing later, Tamiko found himself at the entrance of the mating ceremony.As if that wasn't enough, the midnight moon gave him what he didn't want the most. A mate. But not just any mate. Gabe; the alpha's dark son, a man who made it his mission to make Tamiko's life harder, and also the man Tamiko hated more than life itself.As their eyes glowed in the night, Tamiko didn't see a mate, he saw a very rare opportunity; a chance to run, or be the one that Gabe ran from.He chose the latter.Like a gift from the moon, he realized the one thing that could burn down the Grealor pack.He bore the mark of lycan royalty, more precisely, King Zaffuto's mark.The outcast, Tamiko, was the lost lycan prince.

I’m a roleplayer. A gamer who creates characters according to their classes and happily acts as them.“Don’t… Touch me……”“Talk more and see if you can handle my wrath……”My current character was a Demon Knight who kept a Demon sealed in his right arm! One day while I was just acting as my character and enjoying the game as usual……“Log out.”[This command cannot be carried out.]“……? Log out.”[This command cannot be carried out.]“……???”And as if not being able to log out wasn’t enough…“You disgusting Demon! So you finally took over Sir Demon Knight’s body!”“My eyes cannot be deceived! Sir Demon Knight isn’t that kind!”Because of my damn companions I couldn’t even stop role playing!Can this role playing gamer faithful to their setting ever return to reality?