My military branches can Evolve Infinitely - Chapter 1289 - 660 Stages of the Saint Realm (4K)_2

A man is stabbed by a robber on the run after pushing his coworker and his coworker’s new fiance out of the way. As he lays dying, bleeding on the ground, he hears a voice. This voice is strange and interprets his dying regret of being a virgin by giving him the [Great Sage] unique skill! Is he being made fun of ?!

Karate wins Kyogokuma, faster than a gun within seven steps.

Adept at climbing skyscrapers to catch snipers.

Let Gin break the defense and drive the helicopter to go out.

This is an infinitely streamed fanfiction. The first world crosses Conan, and there will be animations such as Sea of ​​Dead Fire, Dragon Ball, Academy City, Under One, and Battle of Two Cities in the future. Stay tuned.

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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.

“When you think everything is going well, the world will flip you the middle finger.”__I had a fantastic life: a loving family, amazing friends, a stable job... I had it all.But that wasn’t everything—I was also a writer. Writing was my passion, and my novel *'The Land of Survival'* had achieved remarkable success...Little did I know back then that it would become the very reason my life would be turned upside down. I was reborn inside my own novel, and to make things worse... inside the body of the utterly despised villain, *'Fray.'*That pathetic villain who dies right at the start. If the novel had 100 possible outcomes, he’d die in 99 of them... and I’m not exaggerating.But who cares about that? I don’t want this life... I already had everything... Save me the cliché of second chances... because one life is enough for me.Screw this world, and screw the son of a bitch who brought me here , I’ll find a way back to my world... to my life... no matter what it takes.