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Berserk Griffith Laugh

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!!
KhyaaL · 8.4K Views

Armipotent

This is a work of fiction, any names, characters, stories or events, are fictitious! (Even the country in the story is just the author's fantasy as the author never visited those countries in the story) Armipotent is an archaic adjective meaning "strong in battle." Basically, it refers to someone who is physically tough in war. Originally, it was used to refer to the Roman god of war, Mars. ===================== Tang Shaoyang, an orphan who dropped out of the middle school to fight on the street as he found out school was useless for a penniless orphan like him. Tang Shaoyang dropped out of his school, fighting on the street, and made a name for himself. Berserker Tang from Youyouliucun. Afterward, Dragon Wing triad recruited him and everything was good for him. Even though the public deemed him as a tumor of society, Tang Shaoyang was having a decent life. Until one day, everything changed as an absurd and strange game started. "... Game starts! Stage one: Survival for The Fittest!" After the game started, zombies appeared out of nowhere. ... Ding! "You have killed 1000 zombies less than 24 hours since the game started! You gained 3 Talents!" Dong! "You may choose 3 Talents! please choose carefully!" Tang Shaoyang held his chin and mused what Talent he had to choose. "With Zombies appear everywhere, I need an infinite strength... this is one, I still need to choose 2 Talents more..." Then a lewd smile formed on his lips. "I want an infinite strength, charm and charisma to conquer women, and the last one, I want to upgrade my **** so I can please my women!" After saying this, Tang Shaoyang laughed aloud. "Hahaha, there's no way such talent exists... ehhhhh?!!!" Ding! Dong! "3 Talents are consumed! You have been granted Divine Body! Good Luck, Gamer Tang Shaoyang!" Tang Shaoyang immediately checked the detail of Divine Body. After a brief silence, he muttered unbelievably. "Such Talents really exist..." Note: I don't own the cover. If the creator wants me to take down the cover or put credit, please notify me by replying to my review at the Review section.
HotIce · 7.7M Views

A Black Umbrella and White Feather

Huel lived in a world of cheesy romance novels and quiet reality. Deaf since childhood, he wore headphones not for music, but to avoid conversations he couldn’t hear. He carried a black umbrella everywhere—rain or shine—and spent every afternoon on the same park bench by the lake, watching people’s unspoken stories: a smile here, a tear there, hands clasped tight. One day, as Huel scribbled ideas for his latest story (*The Pirate’s Secret Pickle*), a loud, melodic laugh cut through his silence. He looked up. A snowy-white bird sat on a branch above him, chirping what sounded like… *giggles*. Before Huel could react, the bird hopped down—and transformed into a man. A *very* handsome man, with silver hair and a grin that sparkled. “Got you!” the man said, snatching Huel’s umbrella. His voice was clear, like bells. “I’ve been watching you ignore the world. Why?” Huel froze. He’d never heard a voice so vividly before. “H-How…?” The man tapped Huel’s headphones. “Magic. And I’m bored. You’re interesting.” He leaned closer, trapping Huel against the bench. “Let’s make a deal. I’ll give you the *best* romance plot of your life… if you let me be your boyfriend.” Huel’s face turned red. “Why?!” The man winked. “Because you’re the first human who noticed my laugh.” He tossed the umbrella into the air, and it turned into a flock of butterflies. “So? Deal?” ---
Sweet_SourKiwi · 343 Views
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