On the Path of Eternal Strength. - Chapter 30 - 29 Between Claws and Agreements

The world ended the same day Julien failed his job interview. Portals tore open the sky, and monsters went on a brutal killing spree until humanity finally awakened powers to fight back. By sheer luck, Julien awakened an SSS-rank skill, the highest tier in existence.There was just one problem: It gave him zero combat stats.[Skill Name: The Infinite Warehouse][Rank: SSS][Type: Administrative-Class / Economic Authority][Description: You have been granted limited administrative access to the Multiversal Supply Chain. You do not own the items within, but are merely the distributor.]With every new level and upgrade, the skill rewards him with impossible new heights of power. It upgrades from basic shop of healing potions to granting him dimensional contracts to summon Mythical beasts, ultimately opening a door for him to conquer the vast multiverse itself.In a collapsing world, the man who controls the supply… controls everything.

When struggling actor Liam Cross is gunned down during a bar robbery, he expects the lights to fade for good.Instead, he opens his eyes in a throne room surrounded by demons – standing inside a summoning circle meant to call forth an ancient Demon God.Only, the god never came.Just him.With no magic, no divinity, and no clue how he got there, Liam is mistaken for Azrakul, the Primordial Demon: a being of infinite power the Demon Queen desperately sought to save her crumbling empire.But when a mysterious System awakens, Liam learns the truth:He’s not a god… yet.[Designation: “Infernal Sovereign” — Activated.][Requirement: Subjugate the Realm of Demons.][Power Source: Fear. Faith. Belief.]The System doesn’t just grant strength.Instead, it feeds on the belief of others – turning fear, faith, and lies into real, tangible power.And as an actor who’s spent his whole life pretending to be something greater, Liam finally finds the role he was born to play.Now trapped among ancient monsters and scheming demon nobles, he must perform the part of a god convincingly enough to survive.Because if the demons ever discover he’s a fraud…He’ll die as the man he’s always been—or ascend as the monster he pretended to be.

A replica of Marquis Kieran Vale, the son of the Marchioness of Vale, who she deemed a failure. That was all she was. No, she was now referred to as “he.” At least until she met Claude Del Ihar.

Catching arrows, running up walls, crushing boulders and bending metal, these are but petty parlour tricks in the eyes of martial artists. But where can a genuine martial artist stand in an era where martial artists are nothing more than a myth?