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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!!
KhyaaL · 11.2K Views

Even SSS+ Rank Monsters Need Fresh Vegetables!

When Ryle Everwood was twelve, he was cursed with the unique skill "Sense No Danger." No matter how life-threatening a situation was, he simply couldn’t feel fear or recognize threats. Unfortunately, this led him to casually wander into monster dens, interact with disaster-class creatures, and accidentally tame a dragon. His village, believing he was a walking catastrophe, kicked him out. Now, at nineteen, Ryle has found peace running a small farm on the border of the Demon Kingdom and the Cursed Forest—two of the most dangerous places in the world. With shockingly fertile soil, a well that produces mysteriously delicious water, and an endless supply of fresh crops, he enjoys his slow life, happily trading with the "weird locals." The problem? Those “locals” are actually: Veyla Nightshade – A shrewd half-demon merchant who wants to monopolize his business. Celestia "Celes" Lumen – An SSS-rank adventurer convinced he’s a hidden powerhouse. Iris Verdant – A yandere dryad who believes Ryle is her personal farmer. Nyx – A trickster goddess who finds his dense nature absolutely hilarious. Asteria Von Helios – A runaway princess pretending to be an honored guest while freeloading. Yulia – A dorky slime alchemist who keeps melting things by accident. From demon generals demanding tribute (and ending up buying tomatoes), to SSS-rank adventurers challenging him (and losing to his vegetable dishes), to trickster gods failing to prank him, Ryle remains completely oblivious to the chaos surrounding him. Why do all these weirdos keep showing up? And why do they keep looking at him like that?! A slow-life fantasy filled with comedy, romance, and absurd misunderstandings!
BoredNovelist · 578 Views

Sword in Stone

Artie had lived her whole life feeling like a joke. Whether it came to her full name, her parents ‘abandoning’ her and her next door neighbours taking her in, or finding out that her lover was part of a cult and was cheating on her. Said lover then stabbed her. It felt like she just couldn’t catch a break. So when she found herself in a puddle of her own blood, staring up at a fake painted sky, she could only find humour in the situation, and prayed that the next life was kinder. Only she woke up. In the same body, with the same stab wound, only in a world full of magic, swords, and a dead King Arthur? Yup. The round table existed, the knights existed, and so did everyone of legend that she’d heard about as a child. Only it was the beginning of their tales. Nothing had happened yet, except the formation of Camelot, the crowning of the King, and then the sudden death of the King of Legend, King Arthur Pendragon. She would have thought this was another cruel joke if everyone wasn’t wandering around in mourning clothes. If this was a practical joke, it wasn’t a very funny one. Artie was tired. She’d already spent almost a decade working as a police officer, and then a detective, so she felt like she had earned her peace. Especially after all the shit she’d been put through, but someone had different plans. And Artie’s life wasn’t quite done yet. In fact, it seemed like in the eyes of the creatures of this world, this was where she was always meant to be. The time she spent getting her ass handed to her in the other dimension? Just a warm up. And now she was expected to just…go along with what everyone else wanted her to do? Including magical beings who were responsible for taking her from one dimension to another. Artie felt like she was in over her head, even if there were several concerned, attractive knights around her. She wasn’t sure if she was going to run away from all the new responsibilities, or embrace them. She wasn’t a rule breaker by nature, but maybe now was the time to change?
CalyB · 148.3K Views
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