Valkyrie's Shadow - Chapter 9Birthright: Act 2,

The empire had called him a villain, now they raise him as their heir.Once feared as the most powerful being alive, the so-called “Villain of Chaos” was brought down by the very heroes who craved his artifact. Now, he’s been reborn into the very home that had killed him in the name of cleansing the world. In a royal court ruled by lies and power games, he is no longer the demon to be feared… yet. His mother concealed his identity on the day he was born, and a river of blood flowed for his sakeNow he will learn how to pull the strings in court as its prince, and train to ascend the throne and become the most powerful mage the empire has ever seen.The world thinks it killed him. It only gave him a reason to return.

A poor boy whose parents died accidentally found a mysterious space and set foot on the avenue of cultivating immortals. From then on, he planted spiritual herbs, refined elixir, opened shops, trained troops, and established a fairyland…

This article is about cultivating immortals and farming, not for mortals, not for stallions.

In this life, I will live for you.

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.