Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 113: Worry

Among the demons, the supreme ones are called “Great Saints.”

A young man leaves his mountain village and travels around the world. By unceasing efforts, he finally becomes a legend of the age.

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The sinful act of Humanity brings forth a great calamity towards themselves, or so they thought.

Supernatural Emergence happened,

Supernatural Creatures start to come out of nowhere and forcefully claim half of the Earth and massacre any humans that crossed their paths. The Supernatural Creatures are way too powerful, dozens of countries fall under their diabolic claws. Humanity was pushed against the corner.

But things started to turn around when Humanity begins to Awaken magical power blessed by the gods. They are the pillar of humanity, and they're called Awakened.

Rex Silverstar is a normal human boy that has a traumatic experience on the day the Supernatural emerges, a Werewolf takes everything he had. He lost his family and his home, he's left all alone in the cruel world. But what drives him to live every day is his deep hatred towards the Supernaturals.

Rex decided to join the military in hopes to help exterminate the Supernatural from his early teens, he found out that it's impossible to kill the Werewolf that killed his parent without being an Awakened.

On a fateful night, In a near-death experience, When his soul was about to be taken by Death. He is given a chance by the full moon where his life will be turned around.

Given the chance to get stronger by a system and has the potential to match the Supernatural, Rex was ecstatic before he saw his stats window on the system.

“I'M NOT A WEREWOLF!!”

“Daily Quest failed, Decrease 20% Sanity Stat”

“Blood Moon will start in ten minutes”

“Sanity stat is too low to control the Blood Moon blessing!”

“Forceful Transformation will begin shortly”

“WHAT?! I'm a human! What transformation?!”

“You're Overwhelmed with Bloodlust!”

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

At the beginning, he acquired a piece of land worth billions, but Su Ming used it to cultivate crops!Row after row of cucumbers, plant after plant of chili peppers, shoot after shoot of bamboo shoots… …Everyone couldn’t understand: “Having a billion-dollar land and using it for farming? Su Ming, what’s wrong with you?”Yet, Su Ming just smiled mysteriously.Do you really think, naively, that the cucumbers I grow are just ordinary cucumbers?The joy I find in farming is something you can never imagine!