The Great Worm Lich - Chapter 10 - Compensation

The Hacker X was known as the #1 hacker in the whole world.

While being chased, this mysterious hacker entered the #1 corporation to hide in.

The cold and distant CEO of the company watched her every move, and decided to see what she would do inside his company.

Little did he know, after watching her, he was entrapped in her beauty and personality, and decided to observe and help her behind the scenes.

One day, the two cross paths

Little by little, they got to know each other and became closer.

Join this adventure of the beautiful hacker and handsome CEO as they uncover more about each other and develop feelings for each other!

Gu Lu was a Paleontologist. He was very glad to reborn as a small dinosaur.

But the terrible thing was that he turned into a Triceratops cub inside a nest of Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Tyrannosaurus Rex was the strongest carnivore known in the history of the Earth, also called the “Imperial Species”.

Triceratops was an herbivorous dinosaur and the staple food of Tyrannosaurus Rex.

But fortunately, he had a very doting Tyrannosaurus Rex “Dad” called Mungo, who named him Gulu.

Gulu thought that he could only be a salted fish Triceratops holding Tyrannosaurus Rex’s golden thigh in his life.

Unexpectedly, he helped the Triceratopses escape a big glacier, Pterosaurs flying away from the volcanic sea, and the Sea King Gliodon fleeing from the super storm…

He became the “King of Dinosaurs” when he was not careful and was honored as “King Gulu” by the dinosaurs.

Gulu: Dad, this name you gave me is not domineering or cool at all!

Mungo: Gulu, lovely.

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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.

Chen Miao transmigrated to a supernatural world, where everyone had their own profession, such as “Student”, “Fighter”, “Thief”, and so on.After much contemplation, he activated the “Gunslinger” profession.From then on!While the foreign races brandished their claws to invade, and others tirelessly trained their physical fitness and learned skills.Chen Miao silently ventured into secret realms to collect all sorts of materials, crafting Occupation Exclusive weapons like the “Thompson Submachine Gun,” “Falling Blossom Sniper Rifle,” “Inferno Gatling,” “Matrix Sky-Eye Cannon,” and so on....One day, people suddenly noticed that a very unfamiliar Supernatural Occupation had appeared on the city's Combat Power rankings.And in the crowd.Chen Miao, bare-chested under a black suit jacket with sunglasses on and a cigar in his mouth, held two Inferno Gatlings in his hands, looking up slightly at a group of scoundrels in front of him with the corners of his mouth turned up.“Don't wait for me to stuff the gun barrel in your mouth before you admit you were wrong.”