Mr. Zhan's Little Demon is All Grown up - Chapter 7: rumors spread

Hiko Hiko, a worker, traveled through Hokage to become a member of the Uchiha, but the timeline turned out to be three years before the night of the genocide.

It coincided with the peak of the village’s suspicion and defense against Uchiha.

Factions in the family fight for power, high-level surveillance, and villagers’ misunderstandings, everything is just like the original work.

If Yan doesn’t act, the final outcome is that the whole family will be sent to the coffin by the filial son Itachi!

Death starts, it is better to ask yourself than to ask others!

Yan can only start to save himself!

Factional battles? Then cut out the faction!

High-level targets? Then change a group of high-level people!

If the internal rescue is not enough, then tear the opening from the outside!

Uchiha self-help guide begins!

Recast the glory of Uchiha!

Remember, my name, Uchihahiko!

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Liu Ming, since he was young, lived in a savage prison named Savage Island where the prisoners aren’t controlled by any guard or security. When the island sinks due to “mysterious” events, only a handful of people survive – those survivors are then pursued by the government.

On the other hand at another place two practitioners are worrying about what will happen to them because the young master that they were supposed to protect had died.

Their young master looks nearly like our MC
What will happen?

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 returned after 10 years.