MTL - The Village Doctress - Chapter 1105 Self-determination

[One Punch Man + Ghost Slayer + Chi Tong + Hokage + Spirit Cage + Pirate + Spell + Zero…]

Traveling through the One Punch Man world, Luo Yu opened the god-level deduction system.

When playing the Eight Magic Skills, I learned that I need to fight monsters to collect energy to speed up the game? But it seems that there are not enough monsters, so is it feasible to create monsters and build a monster farm?

Sykes: Everything follows the master’s will~ Miss Zhu Shi: Since it is to save the world, Zhu Shi is willing to give everything~

Orochimaru: Thinking about such a crazy idea is exciting~ Bai Yuekui: Since everything is under your control, Yuekui is also happy to help~

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In a parallel world filled with pet beasts, people tame, train, evolve, and trade beasts.

Anthony has been reborn! Placed into the remarkable game-like world of Pangera.

However, something seems a little off. What's with these skills? Bite? Dig?

Wait....

I've been reborn as a WHAT?!

Follow Anthony as he attempts to adjust to his new life, to survive and grow in his new Dungeon home!

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.