MTL - Strange Worlds: The Sequence - Chapter 110 matchless

**This book is in the viral competition. Support me by adding to library, gifting power stones, and golden tickets**Perhaps out of mercy, Ava Whitlock found herself reborn before all the tragedies - before her public image was ruined, before her career ended, before her real family disowned her existence and she was brutally murdered by the fake daughter her family had.All Ava Whitlock ever wanted in her whole existence was to have a family of her own, one which adored her and reciprocated her love.Her adoptive family were abusive, and when her real wealthy family descended from heaven, Ava thought the universe finally answered her prayer. Her prominent family were the owner of the Whitlock's conglomerate, the largest conglomerate in Lebron City.She had three powerful brothers: Jerome, the general manager of the conglomerate; Noah, the director of the conglomerate's firm; and Caspian, the best software engineer in all of Lebron City.Ava thought she had it all, but what she never expected was that her real family wanted nothing to do with her. They saw her as an eye-sore who was here to claim the position of their fake daughter, and they made no attempt to hide that they preferred the fake daughter to their flesh and blood.On her death bed,Jerome, Ava's eldest brother asked, almost laughing, “Ava's at the point of death?”Her mother hissed before replying almost immediately, “Good. Let her rot.”“Why are we being informed about this?” Noah, Ava's second brother asked.“Ava is no longer part of the Whitlock household after the little stunt she pulled. It's sickening that she still bears my household's name legally, but don't call me even if she's dead,” her father said dryly.In this life, Ava had another mission. To stop her name from getting ruined publicly, and to earn her family's respect instead. She didn't care about her family's love anymore.But a lot of things changed in her new life that she didn't have answers to.How did she end up with three other guardian angels?! And why did they address her as their lovely little sister?! Also, how did she have a fiance in this new life who was dotting on her?

Once you travel through time, the game comes to reality. In this world, everyone can change their job to a professional, and they can upgrade by downloading dungeons and killing bosses.

Su Xing changed jobs and became the only hidden professional immortal cultivator. He was admitted to the highest university in Daxia. He originally thought that a prosperous road would be waiting for him. However, Su Xing was unable to fight monsters and upgrade. After four years of college, Su Xing was still in a small Qi training realm. Graduation is difficult.

Fortunately, by awakening the cheat “life simulator”, you can simulate the future by paying energy, and you can bring the cultivation skills, props, etc. obtained in the simulation back to the real world.

However, in the simulated future, fifteen years later, alien races invaded reality on a large scale, and the human race was wiped out.

Su Xing, who has a plug-in, chose to survive and develop, constantly improving his strength through simulators, becoming a boss hidden behind the scenes, silently fighting against the alien invasion…

ps: This is a simulator article, biased towards anti-routine farming and development, behind-the-scenes…

Keywords of the novel: I cultivated immortality while others were practicing, and I managed to achieve Mahayana and then came out of the mountain without pop-up windows. I cultivated immortality while others were practicing, and I cultivated immortality only after reaching Mahayana, and then I came out of the mountain. txt full set download. I cultivated immortality while others were practicing, and I managed to achieve Mahayana and came out of the mountain again. Read the latest chapters.

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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.