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I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop one. The one who only get laughs when someone else is making fun of him. Anyway, I was doing one such show in a bar and since I like dark humor, I was cracking jokes around that. The show I was doing was in a run down bar, frequently visited by wicked tattooed motor bikers sort of people. I spewed some humorous jokes but no one seemed to get them as they were not laughing or maybe they got the jokes, that’s why they weren’t laughing. All in all, they were ignoring me. Being ignored didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was starving to death, therefore, I decided to go darker. Though, I shouldn’t have done that. One of my jokes or maybe all of them triggered a man and as a result, he head-shotted me and I died on the stage. But see this : A man got triggered and he pulled the trigger. I did some word play here. But who cares. I am dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing and loving me and girls too. I am a true artist. I don’t care about money. All the money I would have earned I would be giving it to others. I would distribute 0.001 percent of all my money to the people in need. I don’t care about money at all. Nevertheless, a death is a death. So my story ended. Though, if there is an afterlife I would like to become a successful comedian, have a loving wife and have good enough money so I can afford only a three time meal and a humble private yacht or a jet will do too. I don’t care about money anyway. That was my dying wish. Though, I am using ‘though’ too much, don't mind. So yeah, as I was saying, I had that wish only if there was an after life and turned out… There really was an after life. Though, (‘though’ again?) it wasn’t what I wished for at all!! ——— ——— ——— Read My Review Gib Money - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5
KhyaaL · 16.8K Views

Transmigrated Into Someone With Not Enough Plot Armor In Another World

Bruce is an aspiring comedian, and in more ways than one, he was struggling. His recent performances left the audience in an awkward silence he couldn't break. The only hobby Bruce enjoyed doing during his time of leisure was diving into the bottomless pit of depression called the internet, and reading online novels. Though he loves reading great stories, the other thing that hooked him was the stream of dopamine he gets from online battles. It's the kind of fighting where participants don't need to be strong or even know how to throw a punch, rather, meaningless victory goes to those with the foulest mouth and thickest skin. Both of which was the perfect definition of Bruce. He is one of those people who has a sad and empty existence. Lonesome and unhappy, Bruce finds the feeling of not being alone and joy in pointless arguments online. He's the kind of Bruce that can't throw a one-inch punch but could take one in any shape or form. After giving a bad review on a new popular online cultivation novel and getting the author's attention, Bruce's day became weird. One thing led to another, and before the day ended, he died. When he woke up, he found himself in the body of a young master in a different world. _________________________ Warning: This story is satirical and not for the easily offended. If you are one, please steer away. Though the cover isn't a big-breasted anime girl, allow this note to tell you that this work does include mature themes. Thank you.
IEyeAye · 6.3K Views
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