Immortal Path Space - Chapter 547: Great Demonic Envoy

Don’t have looks? Don’t have money? A complete nobody? Fear not!Because you’re definitely doing better than Dante!After reincarnating in a pathetic mine infested with goblins and a spider the size of a wagon, Dante discovers he has one thing no one else in this magical world does: shamelessness — and a lot of creativity!Armed with intelligence, strategy, an RPG system, and a kind of charisma anyone can fake, Dante is determined to level up, earn respect, and rule the world!Win at life and overcome every twist — even if the whole world thinks you’re the ugliest thing alive!====================This story is about a badass guy who ended up dying tragically and being reincarnated in a magical world to become a better person.This doesn't necessarily mean he'll become a better person. In fact, you'll see him use absurd strategies to gain fame and notoriety.The character has completely bizarre and even comical attitudes, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. Quite the opposite.In this story, you will find a harem — as the title suggests — lots of adventure and as the story develops, you'll see a kingdom system. The focus will be on the context within the world and on the people (worldbuilding).It's a story focused on a guy who wants to do well in life and HOW he's going to achieve that (even though he's ugly).The unique part of the story is that, technically, you can apply some of the lessons from the story yourself. Of course, keeping in mind that it's a fantasy.But nothing the protagonist did is impossible to apply (I'm living proof of that).That said, happy reading.

A soul was transmigrated into Narutoverse but was refused to be given any sort of insta-OP power, instead, he could choose from three talents.

Follow him and his loved ones on their journey to become strong as they pave their own path through the battle-filled world of Naruto.

Will they be villains? For some, surely.

Will they be heroes? For others, maybe.

But anything they do is due to their own desire.

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.