MTL - God and Devil World - v9 Chapter 1226 Star Tree!

[Fog Apocalypse] [Farming Survival] [Cthulhu Style]When Colin woke up, a gray mist had descended. The only sanctuary was the wooden cabin, where he woke up. To survive, he needed to light candles, push open the door, and look for supplies.[Mutants] [Suffering People] [Sea Monsters] [Fallen Sky] [Ancient Rulers]…Everyone was doing everything they could to gather resources, chop wood, mine, and build to defend against endless, terrifying invasions.In the midst of this never-ending terror and despair, Colin discovered he could receive “hints.”

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.

How long will it take for a murdered thief to distill into something monstrous? In this story the darkness only grows stronger, and its reach only grows wider as it expands by devouring the life that surrounds it. This is a dark fantasy where evil is a where, not just a who that focuses on slow progression, undeath, and atmospheric storytelling.

In a world where everyone is undergoing their profession's transition, I've surprisingly awakened to two professions.Moreover, I've also awakened a defiance lifestyle profession.Preserve high-quality items? I'll just synthesize them.Preserve high-quality skills? I'll synthesize those as well.Preserve high-level pets? I'll keep synthesizing. Wait, why is this beast-girl so large after the synthesis?Let's start by synthesizing three “Skeleton Summonings.”Synthesize into—The “Undead Army.”Now, let's synthesize three Dark Wands.Synthesize into—The “Death's Scepter.”In the grand interspecies gaming contest of the universe, can we, humans of the Solar System and Earth, ascend to an even broader stage?......