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I'm Filming Variety Shows In Apocalypses

Zehell2218
The best actor was shooting a doomsday movie when he suddenly transmigrated to a real doomsday world and became Aon Flearov, a young man with a huge debt and a blood-sucking family. What does one do in the apocalypse? Of course, shoot variety shows, live streams, do ads, act in movies, hold concerts and fan meetings— The whole showbiz world was placed in real apocalypses, and Aon, a newly-debuted doomsday star, was thrown to a random variety show to fight zombies! It was at this desperate moment that Aon awakened a superpower— A system. DING! [Heyo, dad, your son is online~] Aon: [Son, are you a farming system? A counterattack system? A pay-to-win system?? Anything will do!] The system instantly burst into tears: [B-but dad, I'm a superstar system!] And so, in a supermodel doomsday variety show: System: [Dad, grab that zombie! Strip him!] In a plant vs zombie variety show: System: [Dad...how did you become a pea shooter?] Doing part-time job in an eternal sun doomsday, taking over a survivor base, infiltrating the alien's group... Here, there are various shows you can and can't imagine. Name one, and it will come true. #An actor who cannot become a superstar isn't a good doomsday survivor# The three no: No R18 No harem No BL/Yuri— no bullying the author! PS: This novel is written by the author's cat Follow my Instagram: @zehell2218 Discord server: https://discord.gg/axqNyHv or ask for a discord link through IG DM
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Forged in Chaos: A Transmigrator’s Tale in the DC Universe

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