Defy The Alpha(s) - Chapter 257: Punish The Alphas

An ordinary office worker, bound by routine and indifferent to fantasy, finds an unexpected spark in his vibrant senior colleague. Their quiet connection grows through late-night conversations and shared meals—until a sudden accident turns a mundane life into something else entirely. In the stillness that follows, a new story begins.---Disclaimer:English is not my first language, so please forgive any grammatical or spelling mistakes.

When he was engrossed in the Wizard World, Roger unexpectedly transmigrated to a world that seemed familiar yet strange.In this place, the legendary monsters actually existed, disguising themselves among the populace and becoming a part of this world.Starting from a deserted island, Roger began his career as a Demon Hunter.Although he had an inborn golden touch after transmigrating, what made him somewhat helpless was that it wasn't him with the cheat, but rather just a dilapidated house ready to collapse...After a long time, when Roger ascended to the castle surrounded by mountain peaks,he couldn't help but let out a sincere exclamation:“From a cabin to a castle, the house is too big and hard to manage!”…………This is the story of a Demonic Hunter living in the modern world.

“Ding ~ Host has been killed, experience + 100.”

“Ding ~ The Host despises the strong, imposing manner + 100.”

“Ding ~ Host has consumed a point, you have received a modern hand grenade!”

You can cut me, but can you not cut my face? He had to rely on his face to survive!

Ye Fan had traveled through a fantasy world filled with slaughter. The system told him that he could live forever!

You are an Earth Divine Realm expert? Sorry, kill him! Are you a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign? In my eyes, it’s too trashy!

Indestructible! This world is vast and boundless, and I am the king!

- Description from Novelupdates

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.