I Might Be A Fake Cultivator - Chapter 2177 - The Outside World Is Even More Terrifying

I traverse along the pathway of darkness and imagination…

After just graduating, Lin Xiaoyan suffers an injury to her left eye, and from then on, whenever someone touches her, she can “see” some scenes that others cannot.These scenes are of bad things that are about to happen.Lin Xiaoyan: Help, I don't want to be caught for dissection!On the bus, when a man getting off accidentally bumps into her, she “sees” him getting hit by a rickshaw and then run over by a bus.In the hospital, when a male doctor touches her eye to examine it, she “sees” someone with a knife attacking the doctor.Next...Lin Xiaoyan: Hello, is this 110? I saw someone planning to rob and kill a woman tonight, the address is...Dispatcher: ???...Lin Xiaoyan: Hello, is this 110? I...Dispatcher: Ah, Xiao Yan sees something again, quick, dispatch the officers!!!Lin Xiaoyan: ...

Their sins got the whip of god's worst.On that fateful day, god left the world in ruins.However, in his supposed mercy, he left them with a means to survive.To protect themselves against the fiendish demons and monsters that came upon them.This gift, they called: Talents!In this god-abandoned world, Kieran Marcoth, on the day he was to receive his talent—a gift from Orion, the left god—he awakened a 'hidden' SSS-ranked talent.A talent that could only be activated once the condition was met.Instantly, Kieran turned into a subject of mockery, spite, and insults, and somehow, just somehow… he found himself riddled with injuries and on the brink of death.However, it seemed Orion was yet to forget his son.[Ding! Conditions have been met][Host has been successfully selected as a God candidate][Defeat the other candidates! Become the next God of this ruined world]Seeing the notification, Kieran couldn’t care less.Only one thought was registered in his mind:‘I’m going to fucking kill those bastards!’His journey began… Will the once-kind helper become a tyrant god?

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.