LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe - Chapter 357 Not my responsibility

Once went to Capital Academy full of dreams, but in order to save his younger brother from the interstellar pirates on the way, Fei Wushu’s sixth-level mental power broke out and even collapsed. After that, his right hand was crippled. Been on Capital Star.
However, ten years later, he died under the gun of his beloved younger brother. When he opened his eyes again, it was the moment when he had just received the admission notice from Capital College.
He will take back what is owed to him! What is lost, he will take back!
Whether it’s hatred or a dream, in this life, he just wants to live to the fullest!
Although this guy is an iron-blooded and tough guy, he is full of all kinds of idlers. In simple terms, he is a bandit and a hooligan, so don’t be fooled by the slogans this guy shouts→_→Go and mess with me happily, Brother Wushu~~
Qin Yi: What are you doing?
Brother Wushu from Mu Xiaxian: Hehe, this figure is really good, and the abs are pleasing to the touch.
Qin Yi: …
System: Players, please pay attention to the impact in broad daylight, and don’t touch your hands down!
Emphasis: This article is not an online game, absolutely not! Strong 1VS1, the author is glass-hearted, so there is no abuse in the whole process~ There are battles and bugs in the mecha, please enjoy looking far away…
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1) CP: Young Master X Brother Wushu
2) This product is not an online game, absolutely not!
3) This article is not self-taught, everyone has their own body, okay [Helpfully spread your hands~~
4) Even if you want to know the follow-up, don’t let the code spoil it~ Mr. Truth’s guess is not the same concept as spoiling the code yourself = =
Search keywords: Protagonist: Fei Wushu, Qin Yi ┃ Supporting roles: Genius and passionate teenagers~~ ┃ Others: This product is not an online game…

- Description from novelbuddy

800 years ago, 3000 dimensional gates opened across the entire world. In that moment, it was as if 3000 different colored eyes opened across the world as hordes of monsters swarmed out of these gates like tears.

Some could destroy city walls with one strike; They had bodies the size of a giant and fed on humans

Some latched onto humans, absorbing their bodies’ nutrients and enslaving humans

Some infiltrated the humans’ cities, disguising themselves as normal human beings while feeding upon human blood to sustain themselves.

In a night, the Human race fell to the bottom of the food chain.

The world had turned into a paradise for monsters…

- Description from Novelupdates

The boy born with cursed eyes, said to be the traitor of all races.Discriminated against all his life will he fight back, or be consumed by hatred? Or will he learn to rise above it?In the world of magic... the Order of Arcane, filled with seven top races, all united by one thing: hating the color of his eyes and a certain name.This kid shall pay for a crime he never committed, etched with seven mythical curses by who? Who knows.How to release them? Solve the seven Akashi riddles.Will he win? Or just become another forgotten page in the history books of Eldarado?There are three primary types of magic: Normal. Racial. Unique.He awakens all of them.Normal: Well maybe not so normal for him.Racial: ??Unique: ??And one final question whispered in the shadows of forgotten historyWho is the true, declared heir to the Obsidian Throne.

The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]