MTL - Sugar Baby - Chapter 78

WSA 2025 Entry—Updates on Weekdays#wsa #wsa2025Demon Kings.The Strongest Demons who stand at the peak of the Demon race’s hierarchy.Each one of them wields such overwhelming power that they sit at the top of the Universe’s food chain; among its strongest beings.When the reborn Xaren laid eyes upon the visage of one of these Demon Kings, all he could feel was endless admiration towards the immense power displayed.At that moment, he gained a goal to strive for in this second life of his.He was originally just living to survive, but now, he was living for something else.The path ahead was going to be rocky, riddled with trials, and standing in his way forward would be the many horrors that lurked in the corners of the Universe.But he’s not gonna let that stop him.After all, he’s Gonna Be a Demon King![Check out my other stories from my profile: Godslayer’s Legend, Reincarnated Hero System & Beyond the Bloodline]

Only I know the end of this world.

One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.

His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

Zhou Can, an intern doctor, is practicing suturing on a piece of pigskin.

[Congratulations, you have completed 100,000 stitches and triggered the experience system. ]

[Sewing experience value +0.1. The current experience value is 9.9/10. Excellent level of suturing ability practice. ]

A master surgeon is quietly rising.

- Description from novelbuddy

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.