The Chronicles of the Immortal God - Chapter 188: Clone

Hello, I'd like to ask your opinion on “Yukima Azuma”Kasumigaoka Utaha: I was here before... I taught him the things that couples do, but he used them to please other girlsSawamura Eriri: It would be better if I wasn't a tsundere, saying one thing and doing anotherYukinoshita Yukino: He's the light in my life, I might not have been able to bear the darkness if I hadn't met himYukinoshita Haruno: The bastard who ran away after sleeping with meHoshino Ai: My only true love, my white moonlightWhat's your relationship with him - ex-girlfriendSora Ginko: Oh, just a thieving catKato Megumi: Just a thieving catSagiri, Bocchi, Shinomiya Kaguya, Kirisu Mafuyu, Suou Yuki, Alya: A thieving cat!--------------------------------I do not own anything in this fanfiction----------------------------------The schedule is from Monday to Saturday 2 chapters a day and 1 on Sunday----------------------------------------English is TOTALLY NOT my language,So it's probably not very good, but I tried my best

“I want to be a true demon.”

A boy not older than 20 years wished as he looked at the sky.

After suffering from the trauma for many years, he finally gave up on life.

People called him ugly, demon, and hideous.

He bared with it, but today he finally broke.

With a piercing pain in his chest, he died.

When opened his eyes, Logan found himself in another world and inside the body of a demon.

His wish was granted, but at what cost?

He had no power and was the lowest among the demons.

No one to help, no one to be with him.

But it did not affect Logan. Because he had something else with him.

‘Sin and Virtue System.’

Guiding him towards his goal to become a true Demon.

Logan’s conquest has begun, so be a part of it.

Otherwise, you will miss him.

The true Demon!

However, is the MC the 'only' one to have a system?

Hm?

Read the fucking novel and find out!

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]

A con-man and policewoman that are legends of their respective professions suddenly die, then are reincarnated and return to the Tang Dynasty of ancient China as little kids.

Accepting their second chance and forced restart, they choose to use the modern knowledge and specific talents that they have in their previous lives in order to live comfortably in this new life.

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