I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God - Chapter 12

In a world shattered by an ancient disaster, humans rule, and beasts are enslaved.Humanity dominates through mana and matrices, refined into rigid systems that determine status, survival, and worth. Beasts exist beneath them, bound by collars and chains, their strength reduced to mere raw Instinct and obedience. Two races. Two paths. One order that was forcefully imposed.Until something began to change.A hundred years ago, a meteor tore through the sky, carrying a dragon’s roar and a destiny that did not belong to this world. What fell from the skies that day wasn’t whole, and what survived was never meant to remain divided.A human child was born in one of the most oppressed corners of the world. But something inside him was wrong.His instincts pushed him to act when others hesitated. Power around him faltered in unfamiliar ways. Neither the human Matrix nor the beast Instinct fully accepted him, as if something essential within him had been displaced rather than lost.As he grew, he was drawn toward Scars, places where the world itself has been wounded, and to the echoes that feel distant, yet intimately his own. Each step forward brought more fragments of understanding, never enough on their own, always pointing elsewhere. Every advance forced a choice: to submit, to break, or to become something the world couldn’t classify.This is a story of survival in a world built on hierarchy. Of power born from failure rather than perfection. And of an identity that was shaped by absence as much as presence.In a world that enslaves beasts and controls humans, something divided has begun to move. And when what was scattered starts to return, this world will no longer be enough.==================================Discord: https://discord.gg/3q2GJdk27D

Why do you claim you provoked her? She can tell fortunes!######【Mystical Livestream + 1v1】Mu Yunchu didn't get the internship she was expecting; instead, she inherited an old folklore culture goods store from her late master.The shop was ancient and outdated, with old facilities, and not a single customer in sight.Seeing others making money through online livestreams, she decided to give it a try.Then... a new star emerged on the Whaling Livestream platform, looking like a fairy who came down to earth, yet she relied on fortune-telling to make money.Viewers, who had all received nine years of compulsory education, rolled up their sleeves to debunk her, only to become like badgers stuck in a melon patch, unable to get out once they entered her livestream room.“The master told me I have the fate of having only one son, and just like that, my newborn baby boy became a grandson.”“I showed the master the birth date and eight characters of my grandfather. She said a calamity was imminent, and after the livestream ended, I got a call from my dad saying my grandfather's grave had been dug up!”...Gradually, people began to realize that this livestream room was magical, even helping to catch the culprit of an unsolved serial murder case that had lingered for ten years.One day, the viewers suddenly discovered that the biggest night amusement park in the city was actually owned by the streamer.“You say there's even a haunted house inside, but there can't really be ghosts, can there!”Background male lead, appears later, enter at your own discretion

Rude is a tank, known as the strongest in history. However, the Hero decided that his skills were worthless because he couldn’t do anything but take damage, and threw him out of the party. His cleric friend who trusted him followed him to the remote village that Rude was forced to return to.

[ Late check-ins accepted. Abyss residues surcharges apply. ]The Last Neutral Inn, a small establishment run by a retired man named Aldous. He serves good soup, honest tea, and the only guaranteed neutral ground between the mortal world and the Abyss.He used to change the world. He doesn't do that anymore, but he has opinions about bread. He will share them.In a place where exiled gods need somewhere to sleep, demon courts require neutral venues for negotiations they can't afford to lose, and abyssal entities older than civilization occasionally need a simple word with someone who won't panic, Aldous runs the only establishment that qualifies. His guests aren't only human. His inn shouldn't exist. The Abyss stops exactly at his property line, which nobody has satisfactorily explained.Aldous makes soup. He fixes the stairs. He files the paperwork.He is no hero. No king. He runs an inn.The question nobody had the courage to ask yet is why.