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How (NOT) Survive in Another World

Synopsis: Icarus is a kind crazy young man with a strange common sense. He loves money, lying and deceiving people. His life philosophy is to do only things that seem fun. During a certain incident, he dies. After his death, he receives the opportunity to reincarnate in a world of swords and magic to live a better life. However, things do not go as expected, as fate has other plans for the young Icarus. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - AUTHOR'S NOTICE: I'm a novice writer, so don't read this expecting a great masterpiece Besides that, there's probably a lot of grammatical error here, after all English it is not my mother tongue The focus of this story is on comedy! However, if by chance you don't find the story funny, that doesn't mean that the story is bad or that something is wrong with you. It just means that we have a different sense of humor, and everything is fine with that. After all, people have different tastes! Anyway! If the story not to be your cup of tea, you can do two different things. You can, make constructive comments with tips on how I should improve the story, and keep reading and see if you like it. Or you can just stop reading the story! Don't be a hater who swears at me in the comments saying that my story sucks and that I'm just wasting my time writing it. For if you hurt my feelings, I will hurt yours in return! (Basically I'm going to curse you back!) That's all, please enjoy the story! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Disclaimer - The Cover doesn't belong to me. All rights goes to the artist. If you are the image owner and want me to take it down, please contact me.

NotNumber44 · Fantasy
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192 Chs

Fierce Air Battle

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"Gotcha motherfucker... <Blood Sacrifice>"

As soon as Icarus shouts this, his face immediately goes pale, at the same time his arm starts to turn red, as if much of the blood in his body is being concentrated in his right fist. Without even waiting for this blood to accumulate, Icarus stretches his fist, sending a punch towards one of the huge bird's eyes

Then, as if his body could no longer withstand the great internal pressure exerted by his blood. A popping sound is heard as the skin of the knuckles of Icarus' right fist rips, releasing at once a long jet of blood that flies with a hissing sound towards the eye of the monster

PLOFT!

[The host was wounded...]

[The system suggests is: Heal the wound with something...]

HISSSS!