After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top - Chapter 21 - 019: Are the Requirements Too High?

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Xiao Yunyi, who was born with a golden spoon in the 21st century, traveled through the space with her golden finger due to a plane crash, and when she woke up, she became Zhan Yunyi, the second daughter-in-law of Huaiyang Houfu of Longteng Kingdom, an overhead world.

Because three years ago, my father took his younger brother out to run errands. On the way back to the house, he lost his seven-year-old son-in-law because of nosy business, and the husband and wife became strangers since then.

The mother was exhausted, and at the end of her life, she tried her best to arrange a way back for her daughter.

Auntie Dafang and the mother and daughter not only need to calculate her already engaged fiance, but also want to work with Auntie Erfang to calculate her mother’s dowry. It’s really ‘tolerable or unbearable’ since you all want it, let you get your wish. .

But slowly found that things are not so simple, see how Yunyi finds his lost brother in this overhead world, cultivates a dragon and a phoenix in an adult, and helps the original owner and mother to avenge the hatred.

Behind him, Prince Rui, known as the iron-blooded cold-faced god ‘The King of War’ in the legend, silently protects him and sees how Yunyi lives in this life.

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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.

In a world of magic and monsters, I carved out my own empire. Hellfire Studios - my brainchild, my legacy.It all started with “The Demonfather” - a blatant copy from my past life, sure, but this world had never seen anything like it. Humans, elves, dwarves - they all fell in love with it. Critics raved, audiences cheered, and suddenly, I was on top.But the world thought I was a one-hit wonder. They had no idea what was coming.I unleashed “The Lord of the Rings” upon them. The result? Critics were left speechless, fumbling for words to describe what they'd witnessedBut why stop at movies? This world was stuck in the past, so I dragged it into the future. I created computers, birthed video games, and watched as everyone from imps to elf elders became addicted to pixels and polygons.Still not satisfied, I turned to music. I crafted stars, produced hits, and soon had the entire realm dancing to my tunes.But even that wasn't enough. Comics, manga, cartoons, anime, novels - I introduced them all. I flooded this world with stories and art forms they'd never dreamed of.Before long, people weren't just consuming my creations - they begun worshipping me. They started calling me “The Lord of Entertainment.”

“Keep it in your mouth… Swallow it… Baby, be good…“