Patriarch is Taking Concubines Again! - Chapter 278

Hace 24 años, el mundo colapsó. Un virus conocido como Eclipse transformó a la humanidad en criaturas mutantes, llevando a la sociedad al borde de la extinción. Las ciudades se convirtieron en ruinas, los asentamientos luchan por sobrevivir, y la verdad sobre el origen de la infección se ha perdido en el tiempo.En este mundo roto, Kai, un viajero solitario y mercenario de intercambio, sobrevive negociando Obsidianos, la única moneda de valor en la nueva era. Su vida cambia cuando cruza caminos con Lía, una misteriosa joven perseguida por mercenarios. Su única posesión es un antiguo colgante de Obsidiano, cuyo secreto podría cambiar el destino del mundo.Juntos, se ven envueltos en una conspiración que los lleva hasta el Laberinto Ancestral, un lugar prohibido que esconde la verdad sobre el Eclipse. Perseguidos por un ejército liderado por el despiadado Voss, enfrentándose a infectados más allá de la comprensión humana y descubriendo que su pasado está conectado al desastre, Kai y Lía deberán decidir si la verdad merece ser revelada… o si es mejor que permanezca enterrada.Cuando la última puerta del Laberinto se abre y los ecos del pasado despiertan, solo una pregunta queda en el aire:¿Es el Eclipse el fin de la humanidad… o su evolución?

Arthur, a Rich businessman was kidnapped and tortured for months by men his wife hired. After months of this hell, he was given a second chance, a new life in a different world and, of course, Arthur would rather start a new life than stay and continue to be tortured, so he accepted the deal that was proposed by a mysterious individual, but when he finally was reincarnated, Arthur discovered he was a..... parasite?

Lynn traversed the multiverse and was reborn as a half-blood devil.Fortunately, he awakened a system that allowed him to...

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.