Starting as a Class Five Mutant - Chapter 525

Junno is thrown into a fantasy world with starter equipment, a sword, and a bag of assorted coins. He decides to become an adventurer and earn money. Upon receiving his status plate, it appears that he has the divine blessing of many gods. Then he chances upon a s*ave.

# GROUP PAMPERING

In her previous life, Su Su offered up her life for science, and in the end, she developed a system that could let her travel through time and space, allowing her to return to a time 30 years ago, to the day before her family was destroyed.

She was only four at that time, and she was the legitimate lady of the Su family, though she ended up wandering the streets. At the same time, the imposter, Su Nan, lived a lavish life in the Su family, and she was also well loved by her brothers.

When Su Su brought with her a dirty doll and stepped into the Su family’s mansion, they were holding a grand birthday party for Su Nan. But this was also a sign that the Su family’s tragic fate was about to change!

However, the imposter, Su Nan, panicked. “She’s just a beggar, and yet she’s pretending to be Su Su! Chase her out!”

The guests snickered and agreed with her. “Where did this girl come out from? The Su family lost their eldest daughter when she’s just one years old. Someone must have told this four-year-old girl to do this, right?”

Su Su ran into her noble and reserved big brother’s arms. “Brother, I’m Su Su! I came back! If you don’t believe me, we can do a paternity test!”

In her previous life, she was only discovered and brought back to the Su family when she was an adult. Unfortunately, by then, the Su family was already persecuted to the point where it was almost ruined. This time, Su Su swore that she would save her brothers!

Much later, when the four-year-old Su Su used the technology to save the Su family, Su Nan’s real identity was exposed. In truth, the Su family’s downfall was linked to this imposter…

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.