MTL - The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel - Chapter 667 34 You are really stupid when you say dirty words, do you know that?

Extras die every day in various ways in the game [Demon King’s Palace 3].

He was an extra when he reincarnated into the game.

I’ll never die. Never.

“Let’s get started.”

Evan had come to a conclusion. He tapped his cheeks as a way of signaling to himself that he had made up his mind.

He would become a character who never dies.

Su Xuan traveled across the parallel world and became a policeman!

At the ex-girlfriend’s wedding scene, Su Xuan took out a silver bracelet in front of her, and gave the groom a three-day trip to the police station!

Ex-girlfriend: Su Xuan, are you crazy? If you want to rob a marriage, shouldn’t you rob me? What’s the matter with arresting my husband?

Bind the god-level criminal system, and catch criminals to get rewards!

Targeted search, petty criminals and big criminals don’t want to escape!

Take a bus and catch the bag thief.

Wandering in a shopping mall, I came across a scene of abduction and trafficking.

Make up a salary card, accidentally become a hostage…

When other police officers were still patrolling the streets, Su Xuan had already become a hot topic in current affairs, and he was trying to arrest the arrester.

The criminals are broken: did the cop put a pointing device on them?

The police officers cried: Brother, give it a chance, leave some seams!

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The celestial celestial beings who lived for more than 100,000 years were born and reborn in a small monk in a human world.
His motto: “It’s not as good as a medicinal medicine for ten years of hard work.” “Even if you practice a copper-iron bone, it’s not enough for my soldier’s attack.”

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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.