I Have A Cultivation World - Chapter 1154 - 636 Double Happiness Comes Knocking

Kakashi has lived a sheltered life within the protective confines of a barrier, which shielded them from the dangers that lurk outside. Raised by his devoted mother, Ako, and loving sister, Tokah, he only know a world of happiness and joy. Living in a world where he thought nothing could go wrong.But when a group of men invades their home, everything changes. In the brutal assault, Kakashi witnesses his mother's tragic death, a moment that shatters his naive understanding of safety. While his sister manages to escape, Kakashi is captured and subjected to experiments designed to exploit his hidden powers.Years later, amidst the ruins of a collapsing facility, granting Kakashi a chance at freedom. Rescued by an academy dedicated to training gifted individuals, he discovers not only the extent of his abilities but also the resolve to seek vengeance against those who tore his family apart.Driven by the desire to reunite with Tokah and avenge his mother's murder, Kakashi embarks on a journey filled with action and self-discovery.As he navigates the treacherous underbelly of a world rife with superhuman conflicts, he must confront his own problems while mastering the very powers that once made him a target.

I was the awakened on the path to become the strongest, but instead, I became the final boss of an Eroge.Pushed into the body of Eugene Hall who was but a petty villain that somehow spelled the end of the World, I had to live again in a world of demons and gods.Moreover, the main characters were all regressors who wanted me dead.Now I was stuck as a villain with heroes and villains, demons and gods all coming after my life. And even beyond them were the oncoming outer gods that wanted the world gone.And honestly? I didn't care.My path was the path to the strongest! Nothing else could come in my way!!

The harassment from my in-laws who looked down on me because I was a commoner.My wife who indifferently watched me.It’s been 10 years since I escaped from them.A fallen family.But my wife, even in her death, still wore her wedding ring.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.