You don't want your secret to be revealed by others, right? - Chapter 587 - 105, Guard

Xin Yun, a sarcastic young man, traveled to an unknown world by chance, but lost his chance to become the strongest because of his obsession with women... or sex. In a collision of the powers of nine powerful men, an incredible thing happened. Xin Yun was reborn back to the time when he traveled to the Isekai world. A fantasy journey is about to begin... [The comic adapted from this novel is popular all over the world]

After his divorce, Lu Liang suddenly felt as if he was already half-buried now, after all, he could hear the sound of a revolving lantern, a sign of impending death.But then, he discovered that the noise was actually messages from the future, leading to a dramatic turn in his life....Living in the secular world, we are all ordinary people.Being ordinary isn't too bad; greedy for wealth, lustful, dark-hearted, selfish...[Not a single female lead, enter at your own discretion]

“From today onwards, you will become the Envoy of one of the Main Gods in the Dimensions of Gods. You will travel from one world to another and through that, you will attain what others will never obtain in their entire life.”

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.