GENE DEVOURER - Chapter 20: Torture

“The Earth was chosen by the gods, and all humans were sent to another world, participating in a 'Dark Lord and Hero's game'.

Billions of humans played the roles of 'Dark Lord' and 'Hero', each needing to choose their initial race at the beginning.

Ethan Jackson was matched to the 'Dark Lord' faction and became a Dungeon King.

To his surprise, he found that he could see hidden information that others couldn't...

[Goblin Dark Lord] Low-level Bloodline, not recommended.

[Stone Giant Dark Lord] Mid-level Bloodline, not recommended.

[Magical Treant Dark Lord] High-level Bloodline, recommended.

[Golden Divine Dragon Dark Lord] Top-level Bloodline, highly recommended!

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Heroes coveted Ethan's dungeon, and the treasures within it attracted numerous adventurers.

Among them, there were young Lady Knights, the saints of the royal capital, tsundere female magicians, and innocent but naive female priests...

Ethan could never have anticipated that.

As the game had just begun, the dungeon's Goblin guards caught a Lady Knight and offered her to him as a tribute.”

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In the previous life, Yuzhi was arranged by her best friend to marry a rough man from the countryside, and she felt resentful.

He failed the college entrance examination and had no hope of returning to the city, making the family restless.

Satisfied with the divorce, she returned to the city happily, but what greeted her was one disaster after another.

A kind uncle, a kind cousin, with a sinister face undoubtedly revealed.

The man who had hated her for ten years was burned beyond recognition in order to save her.

In the end, she failed in revenge and died tragically.

Returning from rebirth, at the scene of the college entrance examination, there is still time for everything.

The unfinished revenge in the previous life will continue in this life.

People who didn’t have time to love well in the previous life, love with heart in this life.

I just didn’t expect…

The dead father returns with glory.

The missing mother returns with a high profile.

There is also her mother-in-law’s husband who has disappeared for more than 20 years and her old father-in-law who has disappeared without a trace, all of them are awesome.

The husband is a talent, the son is a genius, and the daughter is a general. She has become the family’s favorite.

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A crunchy and crispy chicken. The stretchy cheese on pizza, and eating ramyeon at 1 in the morning! I only wanted to eat delicious food. So why is my life in danger because of bulimia*?!

There’s a place where I can fulfill my most cherished dream of eating everything I want!

The virtual reality game Athenae!

I’m just eating well but isn’t this a bit weird?

The true value of food

(Acquired +1 STR)

The stat went up.

Note: *Raw says 폭식 결여증 which literally means deficiency in binge eating. I’m assuming this is the Non-purging Type of Bulimia.

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”