Wizard World Irregular - Chapter 1100: The Counterattack Begins [Part 3]

Tired of the schemes and strifes of city life, Bei Feng finally returned to his hometown in the countryside

While picking asters ‘neath the Eastern fence;

My gaze upon the Southern mountain rests;

Rearing a few chickens and ducks, I shall lead a simple and leisurely life!

However, who would have thought that fate would play a huge joke on Bei Feng? All kinds of magical items and beings of the Myriad Worlds could actually be fished out of the Ancient Well in his yard!

Even a chicken reeled out of the well ended up chasing Bei Feng all over the yard and beating him black and blue! Speechless and aggrieved, he asked the Heavens: if, that day, he’d fished out a Dragon instead of a chicken, what would’ve happened to him!

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When an ordinary gamer wakes up in the body of Ellen Joe, a high schooler and an elite member of Victoria Housekeeping Co., life takes a bizarre turn. Known for tackling everything from cleaning and yardwork to securing rare items and fighting off monsters, the company operates more like a covert squad than a housekeeping service.Caught between school deadlines and deadly Hollow missions, the protagonist struggles to maintain Ellen’s demanding dual life. Armed with Ellen’s ice-infused scissors and sharp wit, they navigate a world of high-stakes combat and meticulous chores while trying to keep their true identity hidden. But as Ellen’s habits and instincts creep into their own, the line between their life and hers begins to blur.

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Mu Huang, the helm of the Earth Trillion Group, was framed by his family and died.

The soul travels to a fantasy world where force is paramount, and becomes the Longhan Dynasty, one of the three founding families, Mujia, and the most talented one since the founding of the country!

However, at the age of sixteen, he was murdered by an adulterer because of drunkenness, and was sent to the frontier to never return to the imperial capital.

I thought that life in the frontier would be with me for the rest of my life, but unexpectedly when I just turned 18, I suddenly activated the “Three Thousand Demon God Lottery System” and gave away ten consecutive draws at the Demon God level at the beginning!

Congratulations to the host for getting “Chaos Demon Sacred Body”, “Chaos Evil Eye”, “Chaos Heart”, “Devil Luohu Two-Second Experience Card”, “Three Thousand Demon God Fragments*10”, “Chaos Demon God Essence Blood”, “Chaos Personal Guard*2” …

Time flies, and seven years later, the pilgrim minister actually decreed that Mu Xiaoqian, the shepherd family, betrothed to the royal family of the Great Yuan Dynasty next door.

When Mu Huang learned of this, he was furious, how could his sister’s marriage be dominated by others.

  On the same day, with the Hundred Emperor Dragon Knights that he had personally trained, blood-stained the imperial capital, entered the imperial city…

However, it was told that Mu Xiaoqian was picked up by the Yuan Dynasty mission yesterday…

The Desolate King was furious: Since you don’t want to be emperor, then let your son do it instead!

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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.