Miss Loser is too enchanting - Chapter 3 - : Start Cultivating_1

Talismans are a part of cultivation and what a better way to get into cultivating than to have the three top sects send talismans around.The “good” sect sends a talisman to make someone extremely beautiful.The “bad” sect sends a talisman to make everything around the person turn into a death sentence.The “neutral” sect sends a talisman of amplification by accident.What happens to a woman who has just gotten pregnant?Everything hits her belly.Join in as Rex who is in the fourth mortal realm gets a second chance to cultivate.

After coming out of a tunnel… it was pitch dark.

Humanity was finally recovering from the wave of an unknown Mana Apocalypse that had turned the world upside down.

A world where Science had married Magic. Advanced technology had mixed with magic spells.

Monsters took over the world and remarked earth's cities and countries as their kingdom. Half of humanity took the path of magic to survive, and half of humanity took the help of their advanced technology to survive. But what if humanity turns against humanity? The world split into two groups- The Science Users and The Mana Users

Hitori, who happens to be in the Mana Users group hates magic and spells. Saibai Hitori's passion, pleasure, and happiness lie in gaming. He unlocks the solo Cultivation System and the ability to cultivate in and outside the most popular game.

[The Emperor of the Apocalypse] is currently the best VRMMORGP open-world, kingdom-building survival game in the world. In this apocalyptic world, players try to clear dungeons marked on the map to mark that as their territory and eventually become the one and only Emperor of the Apocalypse.

In times of destruction, trusting someone will only destroy you. Players and guilds started attacking each other in the game. Guild Vs. Guild, Player Vs. Player, Player Vs. Environment, Realm vs. Realm. Everything is on, everything is going down.

Hitori's goal is to unravel the secret behind his parents' death and become the Emperor of the Apocalypse.

In a world where humans evolve and survive, only I cultivate and conquer.

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.