MTL - Rebirth of the Super Thief - Chapter 367 : Silence

“Boss, are you crazy about money?”

“You sell me this mixed-haired husky for 500,000?”

The pretty ponytail girl is holding a husky cub with exceptionally intelligent eyes in her arms, looking at Lin Ye as if she were looking at a heinous profiteer.

“Miss, I have to solemnly declare that it——is not a mixed-haired husky!”

“Don’t scare me!”

“Start straight, it has the blood of the hell three-headed dog, and its potential is endless.”

The girl was a little intimidated by Lin Ye.

But after thinking about it, this statement was too nonsense, and immediately Lu Lilu said angrily:

“Really? I don’t believe it!”

Lin Ye hooked his fingers at the husky in the girl’s arms:

“Little guy, come down and give your future master the whole job!”

“Walk!”

“Aww~”

With a howl, the girl was horrified to find that a fist-sized fireball spewed out of the little husky’s mouth.

——

Many years later, Lin Ye, who was named the “Father of the Blue Star Royal Beast”, said in an interview:

“Everything in the story begins with a mixed-haired husky.”

At the same time, in a villa, a certain big red dog with three heads sneezed, and then howled twice at the TV in front of him—”Wow!

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As the heir apparent of the Ye family, Ye Xuan went through fire and water for his family, but Ye Lang, who had just awakened his Divine Soul, usurped his place. In order to keep his position, Ye Xuan challenged Ye Lang to a Life-death Duel. With a broken Dantian, would he be able to win this fight?

July, 1946. The existence of an alternate world was confirmed.

It was supposed to be a new world for mankind.

However, the enormous cost, the annihilation of the advance troops, and fierce public opposition led to the signing of a non-aggression treaty.

Mankind turned their eyes towards space.

Half a century later.

A certain company formed a team in order to explore the alternate world’s dungeon.

Five professionals and three artificial intelligences. And one reserve member.

With modern weapons and technology, the adventure was expected to be easy.

However, the ones who had arrived in the alternate world were a defective artificial intelligence and a non-professional.

Through trial and error, they lived, ate, and fought. And, they explored the dungeon.

He wasn’t some chosen hero.Not the golden boy in prophecy.He was just Kieran Marcoth—a boy born on the wrong side of fate,A mistake, a misfit.Not blessed by heaven.Too stubborn for hell.And now…Thrown onto a battlefield meant for gods.The world had already been broken long before he came into it.People sinned, as they always do—And one day, the sky finally answered.The day God turned away,Everything fell.Cities burned.Families vanished.The silence afterward was louder than any explosion.But even in wrath, the Divine left something behind.A final olive branch—if you could call it that.A way to survive what came crawling out of the darkness.Talents.Powers.Strange, unique abilities passed down like gifts from a god who no longer cared.And on the day Kieran stood in line—quiet, hopeful, a little scared—Waiting to receive his talent,He dared to believe his life might finally start to make sense.Instead…He awakened something different.A hidden SSS-ranked talent.The kind with a condition attached.A catch.And just like that, everything went wrong.Laughter.Whispers.Stares like knives.He became a joke.A disappointment.Even the instructors didn’t bother to hide their sneers.Then the bullying started.The beating.The betrayal.And one day, it nearly killed him.He lay there, bleeding.Angry.Humiliated.A part of him still hoping this was some twisted mistake.But it wasn’t.And then—A sound.> [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]Kieran stared at the message blinking in front of him.He didn’t smile.Didn’t cry.Didn’t feel triumphant.He just felt tired.And then, something in him shifted.One thought, sharp and cold, rose to the surface:“I’m going to fucking kill those bastards.”Not for power.Not for glory.But because he was done being the punchline.That’s how his journey began.Not as a hero.Not yet a monster.Just a boy who had lost too much—And found something worth fighting for in the wreckage.The question now is:Will the world break him again?Or will he become the god who remakes it?