MTL - From the Head Pillar Tanjiro, Take Stock of the Wonderful Nicknames of Zongman - Chapter 334

Kain can control luck because of the curse, doomed to run from death - forever.“I lost everything again...?” Kain muttered. The Keepers fell as the monsters burst out of the Rift.Unlike the others, he hated Keepers, the only people capable of fighting the creatures from the Astral Dimension. Everyone saw them as heroes, but Kain blamed them for the greatest tragedy of his life - the death of his parents.Ironically, the sacrifice of one Keeper allowed Kain to obtain a Rune Brand - the key to begin a trial, the outcome was either power or death.Facing another world, Kain discovered that his blood was cursed, and misfortune would always haunt him.But death would avoid Kain, wanting to keep such a valuable sacrifice for a god. Only failure would await him, but if it were possible, death would pass by.Now, Kain must break his curse and take fate into his own hands for the first time in his life or remain a nameless offering.

Zombies, cold waves, floods, earthquakes, acid rain, tsunamis, extreme cold, high temperatures, land pollution, seven days of darkness... Since the year 2563, humanity had endured such apocalyptic crises for a full ten years.In those ten years, plants mutated, animals mutated, the food that once fed humans became toxic, and the lands that could once grow plants were now polluted. The living space for humans was increasingly compressed.And at this critical moment, a five-story supermarket suddenly appeared.Here, one could buy piping hot oden, tasty instant noodles, and sweet White Rabbit Creamy Candies...Countless Superpower Users greedily wanted to take the supermarket for themselves.And then...They were all kicked flying by Su Yinhe with one kick.Su Yinhe spread her hands, “I didn't bring the Infinite Supermarket here to be robbed; I came to make money.”A Superpower User who felt like he struck gold after buying a box of instant noodles: “Miss Su is beautiful and kind-hearted, to only charge me ten gold bars for such a huge box of instant noodles.”A female Superpower User who hadn't tasted sugar in ten years, with tears streaming down as she savored the candy: “Such sweet sugar, and it only costs one gold bar. Miss Su truly is a great person.”A Superpower User who ate the supermarket's oden and then didn't want to leave: “I'm twenty-five this year, 188, Gold Element superpower...”Su Yinhe, only wanting to make money while holding a pile of gold bars: “Keep it low-key, low-key.”

I found myself in a parallel universe, awakening as a male priest. Everything seemed perfect; after all, as a healer, specializing in aiding women should pose no issue, right? However, I couldn’t help but wonder about some peculiar spells in my repertoire.

Firstly, what in the world is the “Instantaneous Outbreak of Acute Gastroenteritis” spell? And don’t even get me started on the “Osteoporosis” spell. What purpose could these serve in my healing endeavors? The confusion only deepened with spells like “Blood Burn,” “Gradual Freeze,” and “Mental Chaos.” Can I still peacefully focus on healing women with such ominous abilities?

Comparing my spells to those of other professions, I couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast. Mages wield “Doomstorm” and “Ice Age,” swordsmen boast “Sword Rain: Homecoming” and “Wind-Cutter Slash,” while archers showcase “Arrow Rain: Shooting Stars” and “Storm Arrow.” Yet, my ultimate spells are disturbingly named “Cancer Cell Proliferation,” “T-Virus Infection,” and “Rabies Outbreak.”

In the midst of it all, a certain character, some crying girl, laments, “Noooo, I just took a bath, who would have thought that I would become infected!”

Meanwhile, a villain chillingly asks, “Do any of you know what it feels like to burst apart while spouting blood? No! You don’t know!”

Even a boss character confesses, “Dear family, who can understand? I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I suddenly found that I have no kidneys!”

“When the old gods are forgotten, they do not die—they wait.”In the year 1025, the Viking Age wanes.Iceland bows to Christ. The Althing governs by law. And the gods of old fade to whispers.But in the far Westfjords, something stirs.Vetrulfr, a former Varangian captain and exile, returns from the East with foreign gold, forgotten warcraft, and a hunger no man can name.He comes not in peace, but to raise Ullrsfjörðr from ash and ice; building walls, carving runes, and waging war on behalf of a dying faith.From Reykjavík to Aachen, rumors spread: a ghost walks the North once more. Some call him the son of Ullr. Others, a wolf-cloaked demon.But all will know his name.and when the Valkyries call, he will answer.