I Don’t Want to Be Loved (Web Novel) - Chapter 222: A farewell letter

I am Blake, and I run a small stall in Foosha Village, working part-time as an interdimensional broker.One day, the Marine Hero, Garp, complained that I'm scammer and tried to flip over my stall.In retaliation, I threw him straight into an otherworldly dungeon!Ding![Client Selected: Monkey D. Garp!][Dungeon Generating… Dungeon World: Naruto!][Mission Objective: Survive the Third Raikage’s assault, or defeat him!]Garp: “Stinking brat! What kind of ghost place did you send me to!”Blake: (Crossing my legs) “A one million Berry VR experience. It's a steal!”[Ding! Dungeon cleared! Clear Evaluation: S+!][Congratulations, you obtained SSS-Rank Reward: Eight-Tails Perfect Jinchuriki!][Congratulations, you obtained S-Rank Reward: Lightning Release Chakra Mode!]Feeling the lightning and Tailed Beast chakra surging through my body, I laughed aloud.Who should I toss in next? Whitebeard? Or perhaps the Five Elders?(Hold on, letting others fight to the death while I reap the rewards... isn't this system a little too awesome?!)---[Note: This is an unofficial translation. All rights to the original work belong to its rightful owner.]> Patreon.com/NegativeTranslations

Life Demon, Law Demon, Knowledge Demon, Fate Demon, War Demon…

When various strange forces invaded, the world has since been divided into two distinct ends.

Some people worship him as a god and walk on the earth as a spokesperson.

Some people choose to drink a glass of strong wine on the scarlet night and raise the shotgun in their hands.

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Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve.Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish.Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others.In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle.Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper:Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked.Let the games begin.