The Wrath of the Unchained - Chapter 62 - The City that Wept

With the appearance of the Title System, who wouldn’t want to rule the world, uncover the endless mysteries of the Dead Worlds, or become the new symbol of humanity?When the Great Distorted Cataclysm descended upon Earth, humanity received an answer to one of the most frequently asked questions in history.Is there life beyond Earth?And the answer was yes, as Distorted Gates began appearing all over the world, from which wave after wave of Distorted creature of various shapes and sizes emerged. These Gates concealed bottomless Dead Worlds, each filled with countless histories and secrets.And teenagers who had turned sixteen received a special Title System. Within this system, they were granted a random Title that determined their unique abilities.Shadow Assassin, Phantom Lady, Ethereal Entity… There were many Titles with cool names and strange powers.But Lin surpassed them all — he received the rare Title: Lord of the Time!Orphaned at the age of ten and forever driven by a thirst for vengeance, Lin embarks on a new path to gain the power he needs to fulfill his long-awaited revenge.“With this Title, I finally have the strength to take down the Matrix family and carry out my long-awaited revenge! Mom, Dad, rest peacefully in heaven… your son is going hunting!”This is the story of the birth of time…Wait a second — didn't time always exist?!

The Card Creator is a very ordinary profession. Simply put, the incumbent seals various kinds of abilities, illusions, images and so on in blank cards for convenience of use.

I, Olga Rifald, have remembered the moment my engagement was canceled.

I had died in an accident and got reborn as the heroine in the Otome Game “Princess Road”.

The end of this engagement signifies the start of the game.

… And, if I’m careless, I will head towards the death route at full speed.

… Eh? Isn’t that dangerous? Ain’t dying dangerous?

I have already died in my past life, so at least here, I would like to live peacefully…!

… That being the case, I will do my best to aim towards the slowlife.

… Even though that was the plan!

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.