The Villainess and I, her Zombie - Chapter 11: The first kill party and the crying girl

Reborn in 1992, he supported the college student wife Ben and Shuo to study in a row, but she was not allowed to* after ten years of marriage, and she was scolded for peeking when she was washing her hair!

“You’re my wife, what’s up with you washing your hair!?”

“Sneak peek?! You gave me that stealing word!”

“divorce!”

He Hongchang slammed the door into anger and slammed away, but he plunged into the mouth of the hurricane where pigs can take off, and became a trend-setter of the times!

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Superpowers descended upon the world. This was a world where everyone awakened to superpowers.

Some people awakened to abilities at the lowest F rank. They could only work the most difficult jobs for their entire lives. Meanwhile, some people started off with S rank powers and skyrocketed to fame.

In this age where talents determined everything, Ling Feng awakened the clone ability, which was ranked second last in the F rank powers.

The crowd mocked him, “That is one of the most useless talents. After one awakens this ability, they can create a clone of themselves. However, their strength is halved in the process. Aside from running errands and making deliveries, it is useless.”

However, very soon, Ling Feng discovered that something was off. That was because his talent could level up from the lowest F rank up to the SSR rank! He had unlimited clones and unlimited evolution!

Many years later, half of the superpower users in the world were Ling Feng’s clones.

In a world ruled filled with runes, Matt is reborn at the lowest rung of society after being sold off by his family.But Matt is no stranger to politics and power. Once a soldier and a cunning leader who bent entire nations to his will, death could not erase his sins—or rather his ambition.This new world is far from simple.Yet, Matt carries more than memories of his past life—he wields powers so extraordinary that they could turn kings into beggars and saints into monsters.But with great power comes an unsettling truth.As cryptic messages flood his vision—_____________[ You have obtained the Divine ability- Cursed Re… ][ You have obtained the Divine ability- Demonix Blo… ]...[ Would you like to tranform your rune into... ]...[ You have slained the Slug win... ][ You gained... ]_____________And with each surge of his newfound abilities, a disturbing realization takes hold: Matt is no longer certain he’s even human.What has he become—a monster, a weapon, or something far more terrifying?Something vast, unknowable, and merciless stirs in the shadows, pulling the strings of fate. Caught in its game, Matt must decide whether to embrace this power or risk being consumed by it.In a realm where deceit rules, strength speaks, and the line between salvation and damnation is razor-thin, Matt must decide what it means to live, to fight, and to survive.******My talent grow infinitely.I grow stronger even as I sleep, what's considered best for others is the least for me.I can stack skill infinitely._____________The main character of this novel is slightly based on Fang Yuan. Though, he will have a borderline.This will have Talent awakening, some mystery, Op abilities, beast mastery and a lot more...For faster updates, show your support.Read my review for more details...

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.