Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 3: Colzen Adventurer Academy’s Entrance Exam

On the day of her escape from prison, she had died unexpectedly and was reborn into the body of Madam Huo.

(Rebirth Shuangwen, women disguised as men, one-on-one, both clean and strong)

From a generation of killers to a dude, the cousin of the black heart and white lotus? A beating is enough to be honest, a crush who is not greedy enough? Let’s just pick this one off!

Seeing a group of crazy men and women shouting about their male gods, Qu Yizhao couldn’t help but twitched the corners of his mouth, saying that he, a murderous god, still has little fans? And one of the fans is a joke among the rich and powerful.

*”Master Quan, Lord Zhao provoked that fierce beast from the Bai family!”

“The son of Baili’s family was beaten!”

“Immediately…!”

“No need for Master Quan, Master Zhao even beat up the people of Baili’s family… and even drew his gun and threatened them not to speak out.”

Master Quan was wronged Face: “Daughter-in-law, you’ve finished your work, what are you doing for your husband?”

The hostess: “You? You are responsible for lying down…”

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Rebirth in 2009, but this rebirth posture seems a bit wrong.

In this life, the family is wealthy, Wang Ye is addicted to the Internet, and can stay up all night the day before the college entrance examination.

Helpless, Father Wang decided to send Wang Ye to serve as a soldier in the army to quit Internet addiction.

two years later…

When Dad Wang made a video call with his son and was about to ask him when he would be discharged from the army and come back to inherit the family business.

Wang Ye, who was dressed in the uniform of an officer, directly surprised Father Wang.

“Dad, I’m going to be a general in the army all the time, so what, in terms of family business, why don’t you and mom consider having another one?”

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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.