Cult of the Sacred Runes - Chapter 182 – The Gathering

Jung Yoon-Ho, the Midas Touch of the Entertainment Industry, regresses to a first-year talent agent.

The life of the unrivaled ‘Rookie Talent Agent’ starts now.

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In the 41st Millennium, the planet I reside on, Cadia, was rated as the most habitable world for humanity. The birth rate once reached a staggering 35%. And I made an indelible contribution to this.Even the renowned expert in mass mobilization, Guilliman, once brought a team of specialists here to ask for my secrets.'Plants that have been extinct for ages, found only during the M2 era of Ancient Terra—how is this possible?' The entourage stared dumbfounded at the wilderness filled with carrots and potatoes.'By the Omnissiah! A lump of iron with no wires or power source can move freely and even possesses a Machine Spirit.' The Adeptus Mechanicus stood before the legion of Iron Golems, their hands trembling uncontrollably.'This thing is countless times more useful than an STC template.' The Tech-Priest stroked the Crafting Table, his bionic eyes fixed on the crafting recipe.'A device similar to the Webway?'...--This is translation but don't worry for I AM HERE, I will be the poison tester and remove all the poison I can to make the this Good story, Very Very Good.

He once drank a hundred poems on top of tall buildings

He also took the rank of general among the armies

This is a story that makes the entertainment industry beautiful (not) good in the entertainment industry

ps: Gentlemen are different from each other. If you don’t like it, don’t spray it.

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BLURB> He was reborn by mistake. Raised with purpose. Loved by a god. Worshipped by monsters. And the galaxy doesn’t stand a fucking chance.Irvine’s soul took one wrong turn through the wheel of karma and woke up in a body grown by an intergalactic hivemind goddess with boundary issues and galaxy-sized ambition. Now he’s the golden child of a psychic swarm that feeds on control and burns whole worlds for affection.With Crystal at the helm, warriors like Kimchi, relic-weapons like Kiya, and a council of psionic horrors eager to call him king, Irvine must choose what kind of god he wants to be.Because when a hivemind learns to love......it doesn’t know when to stop.The universe will kneel—or get devoured trying.SYNOPSISIrvine didn’t ask to be reincarnated, but the cosmos had other plans. And it didn’t hand him a cheat code or a clean slate—just one random boon, selected by an uncaring divine roulette wheel.Good karma? Bad karma? Balanced as all fuck.Now he's reborn in the body of a psionically tuned alien hybrid, raised from psychic infancy by Crystal, the hivemind queen of a race so advanced they’ve abandoned individuality for shared omniscience. All except her baby boy.Irvine is the singularity inside the swarm, the first soul allowed to think, dream, and desire independently. Trained by warriors like Kimchi, advised by bio-symbiotes like Kiya, loved ferociously by hive sisters like Diane, and shadowed by powers ancient and unnamed, Irvine is both weapon and wielder, saint and sacrifice.But empires don’t run on hugs and handjobs. As Crystal expands her dominion—across star systems and sentient nebulae—Irvine must lead the charge through blood, fire, and psionic flame.His soul is still human. His body? Engineered for extinction. His heart? Not entirely his anymore.