MTL - Genius Sword Immortal - v3 Chapter 1416 Self-returning ontology

One day, in front of my eyes appeared a silver-haired Goddess.

What kind of bullsh*t is this woman spouting?

“…What?”

No, I’m not.

[The criteria for unlocking the system have been fulfilled.][System synchronization with host commencing.][Synchronization complete. Congratulations. You have been given a chance to become the most desirable human in this world, just as you wished.]“This isn’t what I wished for.”[What seems to be the problem?] the voice asked, a hint of curiosity in her tone.“I asked to be the most desirable human, not a woman!” he exclaimed, frustrated as he cupped his newfound breasts.Sylvester Lancaster, a dedicated and kind-hearted unactractive policeman, often dismissed and treated like a doormat, snaps after discovering his newlywed wife in bed with his best friend. Consumed by rage, he goes on a violent rampage, only to realize the horrific extent of his actions when the blood cools—he has committed murder. Panicked, he attempts to flee but is struck by a car and meets his untimely death.However, death is far from the end. Sylvester awakens in a morgue, only to find himself in a bizarre alternate universe—trapped in the body of a stunning young woman named Cara Bolton.In this new world where Sylvester has transmigrated to, vampires, werewolves, witches, and other supernatural beings coexist in a fragile balance with humans, their uneasy peace marked by underlying tensions and hidden conflicts. Among the supernaturals, vampires reign supreme as the most dominant and influential. The system reveals to Sylvester that he now wields two new skills: the power to read minds and the ability to detect lies, skills inherited from Cara, the body’s former inhabitant who was a fairy.The system assigns him quests to complete, allowing him to level up and gain all remaining skills a fairy possesses. Many of these missions involves sex, manipulating and exploiting people, as well as infiltrating the vampiric council.

In a supernatural infested world, we have the awakened- an elite group of people gifted with superpowers. And the transcenders- humans who consume divinity potions even at the risk of losing their sanity.And then, we have me who awakened with little to no prior memory of my past. Now trapped in a cursed, and wretched land infested with nightmarish creatures of all kinds.I; with the help of my latent time-rewind ability, the mysterious blue chaotic flame; alongside fragmented memories and unlikely allies made in the world of nightmares must find a way to escape to the real world.All while trying to keep in check a small yet dangerously fatal side effect.But the deeper I delve into this world’s horrors, the more I realized—I wasn't just running from the monsters around me. I was running from the one inside.Additional tags: Dark fantasy + Dark souls element, supernatural + psychological horror and finally:Mystery, tension and suspense + ground breaking lore and world building.

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.