I Never Run Out of Mana - Chapter 167: The Demon King’s End

On the final night of his mother's life, young Synoh makes a solemn promise—to become a great general of the kingdom and honor her legacy. But after her death, grief overwhelms him, and he flees deep into the forest, where a chance encounter with a mysterious wolf changes his fate forever.Guided by the wolf's presence, Synoh returns home, finding renewed purpose under his father's strict training. Over time, he forms an unbreakable bond with the enigmatic wolf, but destiny separates them as Synoh embarks on a perilous journey to fulfill his promise.Facing fierce battles, political schemes, and inner doubts, Synoh must prove his worth to himself and the kingdom. Can he overcome the trials that stand in his way? And will fate one day reunite him with the wolf who first guided him back to his path?A tale of courage, loyalty, and destiny unfolds in this gripping story of a boy's journey to greatness.Hi this is the author,I hope you guys likes this story and thanks.

Born into a unique world where villages fight to gain power and control, the main character, Shi Hao, is a genius blessed by the heavens born under the poorest of conditions. His clan, however, has a mysterious past. To rise up and become the genius he is meant to be, the clan goes through every effort to aid his cultivation as they battle through fanatical monsters and engage in power struggles with other clans. His journey will bring him through unknown lands until he is able to become a person that can truly shake the world.

“I, alpha Dylan, reject you, Anastasia, as my mate”.“An- and, I, Anastasia, accept your rejection, alpha Dylan”. I forced myself to say, before I ran away in tears.As soon as I arrived in my room and shut the door, I burst out laughing to my heart's content.“I can't believe this. Finally, Alpha Dylan is off my back!”.You may all be wondering why I am happy to be rejected by my mate, right?That's because I'm not the real Anastasia.

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.