Zhang San, please behave yourself! - Chapter 25 - : The honor of paying taxes cannot be taken away from every citizen of the Great Sui!

“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants.

“From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?”

“Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!”

His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered.

He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart!

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After getting betrayed by his love, Michael was granted another chance to rewrite all his past mistakes.In a world ruled by AI virtual reality game, granting everyone with random life times on their wrist which determine their lives on planet earth, if your life times got to zero that is the end of your life.With no way to gain life times, more than half of the world joined the AI Virtual Reality game.This game is not like your common game you played on your phones, PC, or tablet.The game throws the players in a world where they'll have to fight either monsters or other players, if you die you die for real. No next life, no second chance, if you survive and be the last winner standing you win life times and other valuables.It all up to luck and skills.Then out of the blue the gods appeared, and unfortunately; Not all gods wants the continuation of the human race.Will Michael work together with his friends and family to stop the gods?Or will he work alone to show the gods why he's called Supreme?Let's find out.

In the era of pirate riots, who is the real overlord of the sea?

The four emperors standing at the top of the pirates?

The mighty Qiwuhai?

A revolutionary army that emerges from the strong?

Or the navy that suppresses the sea?

No, not at all, there is only one real overlord of this sea.

“That’s me, Fire Dragon Kahn!”

Kahn’s life creed is: “As long as you pay, this old man can perform a hand-splitting dragon man!”

Kahn, formerly known as Xu En, has traveled through pirates for fifty years, and has become a vice admiral from a small soldier with his own efforts.

Kahn, who is already seventy-two years old, is getting old and is no longer in peak condition. He is spending his days leisurely in the East China Sea. He has even submitted his application for retirement, and he is ready to put himself to death until the end of his life.

Congratulations to the host for reaching the system opening conditions, and the super money system is loaded!

The sound of the system interrupted his plan.

Kahn: “Can you buy life?”

System: “Yes, a portion of the water of life can restore the host to its peak state.”

Kahn: “Is it possible to live forever?”

System: “Yes, a portion of Eternal Water can completely free the host from the restriction of life.”

“Are there any devil fruits?”

“have!”

Kahn was instantly overjoyed.

“Hancock, wait for me, I’m just old, not dead!”

But then Kahn was taken aback.

“How much are these two things?”

“The water of life is 20 billion Berries, and the water of eternity is 500 billion Berries.”

Kahn:? ? ?

Then, looking at the oil and water that I had worked hard for several years, the feeling of satisfaction disappeared instantly.

In the end, he decided on a goal, first earning 10,000 small goals before considering retirement!

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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.