Chaotic Lightning Cultivation - Chapter 5: Elder Making Things Difficult

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.]

He was just an ordinary high school student—until he traveled to the Marvel Universe and became a bounty hunter...What? You need money to unlock abilities?Blaine: “Tony Stark, have you thought about your last words? Someone paid three million to have you killed.”Tony Stark: “Three million? That’s it? I’ve spent more on shawarma. I’ll pay five million—let me go!”Blaine: “Huh? I’m a bounty hunter. I have professional ethics!”Tony Stark: “Fifty million! Come on, bounty hunter—cut me some slack!”Blaine: “...Deal. See you next time, Mr. Stark.”In this world, there’s nothing that money can’t solve.If one billion isn’t enough, then two billion. If two isn’t enough—ten billion, hundreds of billions, trillions, endless trillions!Not my story. TranslationIf you want to support me. My pat*eon Id is--> pat*eon.com/Lord_Immortal_0170Or you feel like tipping me for my hardwork you can do so on Ko*fi --> ko-fi.com/lord_immortal_0170

Noah Brown had a gift for fighting. Unfortunately punching things didn't pay the bills, at least until he died and an Eldritch god found his soul. The encounter led him to a new world, summoned by bloody cultists, with nothing but the shirt on his back, and a strange item in his system menu.

[???] : A source of infinite potential.

Perhaps he'd finally get to put his gifts to good use.

A pill, a tiny capsule encased in a biologically harmless water-soluble shell; A shell whose very existence is a result of a century of research and technological advancement. A manmade synthesis of Chemicals and product of complex processes.

And in the end, a means to an end.

A way to deliver a concoction of other Chemicals for an agenda; Vitamins for nutrition, medication for treatment, or… perhaps more.

We trust that what we eat won’t do us harm, and trust that those who are responsible for its creation had the best of intentions. But in the end, it is difficult or perhaps impossible to truly tell what lies within a pill.

That is until one day I entered a research institution as a test subject. All I did was swallow a pill I was told to be a health supplement.