Immortality Cultivation Era - Chapter 54 Spiritual Body

Sing the story, bard, of the Firebrand. He, the youth who saved Morcaster from ruin. He, the warrior who defeated an empire. He, the archmage who crossed the Netherworld...The tale of Martel the mage, from his humble beginnings as a hapless novice at a magic school. Slow, character-focused and light-hearted progression fantasy. Updates daily.

One day, Saijō Haruto was forced by the Evil God of another world into reincarnation, and his soul was cursed.He was reborn into a world of swords and magic.In this world, one can become stronger by raising the level of their combat occupations.Unfortunately, Haruto cannot raise his level because of the curse.Haruto felt hopeless.However, because of the Evil God’s miscalculation, Haruto obtained an inexhaustible supply of magical power.This is the tale of how a Sage—cursed to have a “Locked” Status—managed to reach the pinnacle of strength by the effect of the curse.

In the world of demons and demons, a hundred ghosts travel at night.Qin Feng, who accidentally crossed over, came to this troubled world with no lofty ambitions.He only wanted to protect himself and enjoy the rest of his life safely.But the sky does not fulfill people’s wishes, excellent men are so outstanding everywhere.The ancestor made a marriage contract, and the talented young lady of the Liu family became a wife.

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.