I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping - Chapter 4: The name is well-deserved

When opened his eyes, Lin Tian realized that he was reincarnated into the modern cultivation world.

Seeing this person's memory, his expression became gloomy because his identity is a young master from a rich family.

Knowing this, some people might be happy, but not for him.

He had read many modern cultivation world theme novels.

Doesn't the young master like him is a stepping stone for the protagonist, and had a tragic ending?

Just when he was really desperate, suddenly the system came.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for binding the destiny villain system]

[Beginner's prize has been distributed]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining a martial emperor level cultivation base]

Cool, just slumped, but now invincible?

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First of all, this novel doesn't have any elements of a brainless Harem, our MC will not be like other MC who every time he goes somewhere, he will bring another woman.

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.

I transmigrated into the gacha game I abandoned for 10 years.But, the state of the heroes I raised is strange.

With peerless medical skills in one hand and unmatched Kung Fu in the other, bearing the memory of the Medical Divine, I dominate the city as the god it kneels to. I am here, so I decide your fate between life and death! I am here, so I am the heaven that dictates your destiny!