Story of The Ancient Demon King! - Chapter 62

Duan Rong's soul travels to an otherworld and gains the ability to devour Artifact Spirits, including those in weapons, paintings, Ancient Wood, statues.{“Artifact”: “Long-handled simple saber.”}{“Artifact Spirit Tier”: “Tier Three.”}{“Devouring Requirement”: “Host’s Spiritual Power Level 3.”}{“Devouring Effect”: “Master of Rakshasa Saber Technique, Master of Shura Saber, Master of Yellow Springs Saber Technique, Entry-level in Eight Trigrams Saber.”}

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The year is 2060 and after decades of technological delay caused by mysterious events Earth and its inhabitants are about to face their greatest challenge yet. One, seemingly normal day everyone on Earth heard a voice.

{Earthlings, the time has come for change, please stay calm and wait for the terraforming process, everything will be explained during it}

Every human being was transported that fateful day, floating in space and watching the planet be transformed right in front of their eyes.

“I got a fcking stick as a reward, are you fcking kidding me?!”

Reign was there before most, as a human that defeated a monster before the terraforming he was titled a pioneer and got a chance to draw a lottery, but that did not end quite well.

Join our protagonist with his quirky group of friends as they fight and level up in this world that became a game, trying their best to win it and stop the destruction of Earth.

Will they be successful or will they fail?

What is the mysterious power hiding deep inside Reign?

Find that all out by reading Is This Really a Game?!

Four years ago, after a night of drunkenness, she had a relationship with a stranger and fled in panic upon waking up. Four years later, she returns with a soft, cute little bun by her side.“Bad uncle, you're not allowed to bully my mommy!”The man looked at the little bun, who was not even tall enough to reach his waist, and gave a charming smile. “Shouldn't you ask your mommy why you look exactly like me?”

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust.One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white.It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess.Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother.While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part.Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap.A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months.Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability.******White robes. Cold arroganceA sinful revenge.White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan.And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes.