Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time - Chapter 140: The Return of the Storm’s Path (5)

In a blackened world humanity remains oblivious to the existence of demonic monsters and supernatural beings working in the shadows.In all this, Valen’s childhood was stolen by the Shadow Stalker, a serial killer who taught him one lesson: that the world was divided into predators and prey.He strived to live a normal life, despite the fact that he was far from normal, but his plan backfired.Now, trapped in a nightmare gallery, Valen is the subject of a brutal ritual that awakens a primordial hunger within him.To survive, he must embrace the very monstrousness he’d spent a lifetime hiding.[This work contains very adult content, like, seriously; the MC's mother's a serial killer. There's no way not to write this dark. Please don't read this if you're sensitive. I'm responsible for what I write, not what you read.]

In the world of Kyushu, players full of resentment gathered together, dripped blood as an alliance, and vowed to make the big devil go away.

For a time, all directions responded, the wind was surging, and everyone saw a better tomorrow.

Except for Lubei.

He is the so-called devil.

“Say I’m the devil, blame me for pitting you, I’m an NPC, how could I pit you, that’s how immortals are!”

- Description from novelbuddy

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve.Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish.Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others.In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle.Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper:Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked.Let the games begin.