Having children earns benefit, start competing for dominance in the world by marrying a wife - Chapter 1371 - 1061: Memories of a Former Life

There was a time when every living thing was decimated and the galaxy was forced to restart with a single thought from the evils.“Is the final boss my wife?” Xu Chang’an exclaimed as he looked at his wife who was making dinner and shook his head. “The system must have malfunctioned again.”Under the tree in his garden, Xu Chang’an wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist and said, “There is something I have to settle outside. I’ll be back soon.”“Okay. Stay safe.” After seeing the husband off, his wife raised her head to look at the leaves and said,“I think my husband is going to cheat on me soon. Should I… just restart this world?”

An intelligence error caused the Third Fleet to face an ambush. In order to divert his enemies, the imperial admiral drove the starship alone into the meteorite band, and his spiritual power fell into a coma under heavy blows.
With the help of mystical powers, he began to experience reincarnation again and again to repair his spiritual power.
Therefore, after “death”, when he opened his eyes again, he became a blind and frail young master who’s parents both died and was about to be stripped of all his property by his uncle and aunt.

He Yan: ….first get rid of this group of bad relatives then talk (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Wait… This patriach, you’re clearly not part of the plot?

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A no-name character that never appeared in the novel.An extra.Neo became that extra character....Transmigrating into the novel and gaining the bloodline of Hades, the God of Death, was supposed to be the best thing to happen in Neo’s life.So…Why?[Unique Skill: Death][Skill Effect: You die]Why did he awaken this damned skill!?

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.