While Others are Leveling Up, I Alone Will Cultivate Until Mahayana Before Making My Move - Chapter 1104 - 386: The Use of Alien Talent, The Secret of Becoming a Saint! [8k for Monthly Pass~]_5

Samul is a novel author. He enjoys writing novels and even reading other's works as well. But that's just it. Reading and writing novels. Those are the only things Samuel enjoyed in his whole life.

His parents were well-off and he didn't need to find a job to feed himself. Everything going well for him until he died, his health was worsening as the day went by.

Before he died he tried to write a thank you letter to his parents but he couldn't do that too.

The next thing he knows he wakes up in the world that he created, [Blade Of Destiny]. However, instead of transmigrating into the body of the main character or even a side character, the boy became an extra called Lucas Darkheart.

Who is Lucas Darkheat? No Idea! He's just an Extra in the novel! ...Or is he just an Extra?

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Coming to the multi-dimensional Marvel world, shuttles countless movies, anime, and television planes, based on Marvel arms giant Ambrella.

Predatory Terminator, Mechanical Octopus, Mechanical Enemy, Galaxy Fleet, Pacific Rim, Transformers’ high-tech technology to build a mechanical empire, devour and merge, Superbody, New Iron Warrior, Endless, Super Out of Control, Underworld, Naruto The power, genes and technology of tomorrow’s fringe …. established a steel empire belonging to the gods of science and technology, becoming the strongest arms dealer in Marvel history.

PS: In the real world, Marvel movies are the main line, with comics as the auxiliary. The protagonist takes science and technology as the main body and magic as the auxiliary.

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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.

As the era of dragons gradually came to an end, as arcane masters left countless riches and legends under the starry sky, one awakened youngster after another began to set foot on their journey.