Grace of a Wolf - Chapter 153: Grace: Feared and Revered

“Look at you, you were this teeny-weeny when you were little.”Using both hands, Shao Zifeng gestures how small his pet beast used to be. He then raises his head and looks at the gigantic being in front of him.“Just how did you grow into this ferocious form?”

He became the Emperor when he was just a boy and was beheaded before reaching adulthood. It was a tragedy brought about by his fate as the first noble wizard.“Ian, don’t be born in your next life.”He thought everything was over, listening to the traitor’s heartless words. He knew, but…“You are a symbol of peace. Where else would you find such honor as a lowly one?”He became the Margrave’s bastard son, whose family went extinct 100 years ago.A lowly, unsophisticated one, destined to be sold as a hostage to the barbarians across the border.

This is a world filled with despair, teeming with hordes of corpses, mutated creatures, poisonous plants, demons, and gods.The human societal system has completely transformed, with no justice, no righteousness, only might and slaughter.The strong can oppress the weak at will, human order has utterly collapsed, and the law of the jungle reigns supreme. In this world, weakness is the original sin!Some lucky humans have awakened extraordinary abilities, becoming Evolvers, and have risen to the top, possessing wealth, resources, beautiful women, and status.Qin Jun crosses into this doomsday world, awakening the Great Villain System at the start. As long as you are villainous enough, SSS-level talents, gene serums, and potential points are all within reach.Perhaps in the doomsday world, only villains can climb step by step to the peak…

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.