MTL - The General Loves to Collect Little Red Flowers - Chapter 87 The orc is coming

This novel is also known as Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Fifty years ago, the Dragon City traversed, the iron-blooded lone army, held high the flag of earth civilization, and faced the terror terror of the outside world.

Fifty years later, Meng Chao was born again and found that he could become stronger by making contributions.

Meng Chao vowed that at the beginning, he simply wanted to make a small contribution to this society, but he didn’t expect that he would turn the earth into… punching monsters, stepping on demons, tearing ancient gods, suppressing the alien world, conquering the stars, this It’s too fierce!

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As a male fashion model, Su Nuo didn’t like others calling him feminine. But against all of his hopes, his beautiful appearance really betrayed him.

Hypnosis, Time Stop, Eyes of Lust...Just why do I have these skills?!After almost dying, he was reborn as the demon king of lust.Since the world is against him, there was no reason for him to be a good person. Especially since the entire world was hunting him down in the first place.So he decided that he would destroy the world in his own way as the demon king.

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.