Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner - Chapter 212: An Eclipse is coming

Du Wan passed away and became a short-lived cannon fodder.

She was cheated out of the mine by the male protagonist, her gold finger was stolen by the female protagonist, and even her mother-in-law who took care of her was killed by the male protagonist.

So, when the injured villain came to her for help——

Thinking of the story about Mr. Dongguo and the wolf, Du Wan said quietly: “Young master, everyone is destined to die, so you should go with peace of mind. Be good, stop struggling, it’s useless.”

Villain Pei: “…”

There is a saying in MMP that I don’t know whether to say or not…

Everyone knows that Pei Haofeng looks like a dragon and is both civil and military, but they don’t know that he is also a bit petty and loves to hold grudges.

He was very upset about her failure to save her.

then……

[ps: The little cannon fodder fought against three top bosses at the beginning! ]

- Description from novelbuddy

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.

When I became a rich young master, I had to enjoy it.
Training? No!
That is so boring.
I have a system, no need for training.

Are you hungry? Come, I will treat you with some food at a luxurious restaurant.
What a poor homeless. Come, I will give you a house.

I, Lin Fan is a good person.

- Description from Novelupdates

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.