Awakening: Reincarnating With the SSS-Level Extraction Talent - Chapter 314: Battle in the Air with Arceus, Alex’s Plan

In the year 2544, magic and technology are an everyday thing. Humans now have wonderous abilities that transcend the physical laws of the world.Eighteen-year-old Gavin has always been an ordinary human—until a shocking truth shatters his reality. He was found as a baby, the sole survivor of a massacre that wiped out his birth clan. His entire life has been a lie. He’s not human—he’s a werewolf, one of the last of the alpha predators the world sought to destroy.Determined to understand his true nature and protect the one person he’s always loved—Erza O'Malley, his best friend and the woman who has always been his home—Gavin enrolls in a magical academy. But learning to shift is only the beginning. As hidden forces stir and the ghosts of the past resurface, Gavin must decide: will he remain in the shadows, or will he embrace the predator within to fight for a future that was never meant to be his?Perfect for fans of action-packed paranormal fantasy, forbidden love, and a world where magic and science collide.

Cao Xin, a young man on earth, died in a car accident, traveled to a troubled world where supplies were scarce, and obtained a “Bronze Immortal Gate”…

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Enter the Immortal Sect, cultivate the Immortal Dao.Others practice diligently and arduously, but Li Yunjing masters everything in one go, his comprehension defying the heavens.Understand the thunder magic, embark on the path of immortality.Practice the thunder magic, and take on the heavenly calamity.

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.