Dungeon of Niflheim - Chapter 331

Dr Dalton Wyatt, a world renowned Scientist and Inventor is transmigrated to the body of a high school student Dalton Wyatt who committed suicide due to unfortunate circumstances and complicated life.

10 years ago, after “the Gate” that connected the real world with the monster world opened, some of the ordinary, everyday people received the power to hunt monsters within the Gate. They are known as “Hunters”. However, not all Hunters are powerful. My name is Sung Jin-Woo, an E-rank Hunter. I’m someone who has to risk his life in the lowliest of dungeons, the “World’s Weakest”. Having no skills whatsoever to display, I barely earned the required money by fighting in low-leveled dungeons… at least until I found a hidden dungeon with the hardest difficulty within the D-rank dungeons! In the end, as I was accepting death, I suddenly received a strange power, a quest log that only I could see, a secret to leveling up that only I know about! If I trained in accordance with my quests and hunted monsters, my level would rise. Changing from the weakest Hunter to the strongest S-rank Hunter!

After her rebirth, Yun Shifei returned to her fifteen-year-old self, just when she became the true daughter of a wealthy family.The well-behaved and timid Shi Fei only wanted to live her own small life well.Who knew she would get involved with the Great Demon King.In her memory, this big shot was extremely ruthless, squandering the family fortune, watching his brother die coldly, and sending his father to prison.But now, the big shot is quiet, obedient, easy to bully, and loves sticking to her.Yun Shifei's heart softened, and she tried hard to protect him.Yet one day, the little poor thing she sheltered pulled her into his arms to kiss her.She was utterly shocked.He looked innocent and said: 'I heard this is a way to express liking. Don't you like me?'That's what it means, but why does something feel off?!

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.