Farming Space Makes Me Rich - Chapter 12

R18, Dual CultivationYang Wei is an undefeatable mage.However, his power got too great, and as a result he was challenged by every mage from across the lands.In the end, the Heads of the most powerful magic clans all banded together to seal him in a void where he would perish.Of course, death is too small a thing to stop him.By reincarnating himself in a new world entirely, Yang Wei ends up in the Mashyan World.A Cultivation World popular for being a Women's World.He goes on to join the Dragon Blossom Sect, a sect popular for having not only powerful beauties but the kind that have a thing for strong, beautiful men.How will he fare...Warning: No Rape, NTR, Yuri or Incest....

The alien world is too fierce!

There are goblins.

As Lin Ye who can travel back and forth between other worlds and reality.

The most important thing in another world is to be alive!

The other world is too cruel, so dog!

Go back to modern times!

If you really can’t hold on, don’t be afraid, he still has an on-hook system.

Boiling can kill people!

This book is also known as: I was obedient in another world, and I returned to reality to strike hard

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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.