Deus: We are all Lords - Chapter 144 "Bye"

A cauldron, a secret forging method, and his blood created an ultimate weapon. The youngest Sword Crafting Master on Earth had been reborn from another world. With the Nine Yang Divine Furnace and a scroll of Divine Equipment, he was like a fish in water, standing at the pinnacle of the martial way. There were tens of thousands of clans, billions of cities, and countless experts. He was the master of ups and downs!

After successfully reaching the Core Formation Stage and forming his Golden Core, Bai Langtian was betrayed by his own Master. His core was ripped from his body, and he was thrown off a mountain cliff into a valley full of demonic beasts.Thankfully, he survived the fall, and met his senior sister, Shangguan Yue Ling.She too had been betrayed by the same Master and pushed into this valley ten years ago. Ever since, she had been surviving alone by eating the corrupted flesh of demonic beasts.Now, Yue Ling revealed to Langtian a new path of cultivation:Demonic Cultivation.To reclaim his strength and take revenge, he must consume the flesh and essence of ten thousand demonic beasts.

I just want to be different, no one can guess what I want to do, the more mysterious the more powerful.

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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.