MTL - My Doomsday Territory (My Apocalypse Domain) - Chapter 23 Making the Awakening Headband

Hiko Hiko, a worker, traveled through Hokage to become a member of the Uchiha, but the timeline turned out to be three years before the night of the genocide.

It coincided with the peak of the village’s suspicion and defense against Uchiha.

Factions in the family fight for power, high-level surveillance, and villagers’ misunderstandings, everything is just like the original work.

If Yan doesn’t act, the final outcome is that the whole family will be sent to the coffin by the filial son Itachi!

Death starts, it is better to ask yourself than to ask others!

Yan can only start to save himself!

Factional battles? Then cut out the faction!

High-level targets? Then change a group of high-level people!

If the internal rescue is not enough, then tear the opening from the outside!

Uchiha self-help guide begins!

Recast the glory of Uchiha!

Remember, my name, Uchihahiko!

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It tells a poignant love story. He was the most heroic man in history, and before his death he sang a sad song about a woman; she was the most charming woman in history, and before her death she danced a story about steadfast love. The story of the two had no beginning, only an ending of parting in death. After his death, he became a demon for her, and fought fiercely with the immortals of the three realms. After he was killed, his unique seven souls were hidden in various places by the immortals; she became a ghost for him, and before she passed away, she smashed Meng Po's soup bowl, and her soul flew away. Even so, he still vowed to subvert the three realms, find her in the next reincarnation, and marry her, even if it took a thousand years.

This is the story of a person who transmigrated into a world with a radically different worldview.

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.