Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest - Chapter 464: The Last Dawn 4

【A novel of favoritism, dual power, Tarot cards, and treating scum as they deserve!】Ten years of marriage, ten years of devotion.She poured all her talent and emotions, only to be repaid with a premeditated fire in the end.Tortured by her husband and betrayed by her best friend.Turns out, everyone around her was acting.Before her rebirth, she was a renowned talented lady in Capital City.After her rebirth, she became famous in Capital City as......an imbecile!Moreover, she turned into a destitute rich lady, at the mercy of others.Timid, weak, useless, incompetent, those were the labels plastered on her.As she opened her eyes once again, youth bloomed, she was back as herself!This life, she returns with a golden finger!With a Tarot deck, she maneuvers through the whole wealthy circle!**Unparalleled young master, he is the renowned yet enigmatic head of the Mo family in Capital City.He is also a demon carrying a curse.Controlling life and death, dominating fate, he is the powerful leader of the Superpower World.Such overwhelming authority and stunning looks make countless girls flock towards him.One is a humble and cowardly rich idiot, the other is a widely-known 'demon' carrying a curse in Capital City.The collision of water and fire, an interweave of cold and hot.No one knows who finally succumbs to whom in the end.**Late on, the aloof head of the Mo family, who never took an interest in women, suddenly announced his high-profile marriage.The whole country was in uproar, numerous young girls torn apart.After the marriage, he transforms into a perfect husband, loving his wife dearly and obeying her every wish.【Micro Drama】A certain woman (with a cold face): “Mr. Mo is so rich and powerful, I, a humble girl, dare not add to any burden.”The corner of a certain man's mouth curled into a meaningful curve.The woman was so frightened that she immediately took a step back: “What, what, what are you going to do?”......【Quotes from Mr. Mo】*You should know, in this world, besides me, nobody else is worthy to stand by your side.*If this prosperous era ended, I could still reestablish one! But her, there’s only one in the world, I, can’t afford to gamble!*It's just money. I've even given her my life, so let's just waste away.

A man dies and for some mysterious reason is given three wishes.The man, a pervert and even degenerate (just a little), asked to be sent to a world full of sex and lust, just for pure fun, unfortunately he was not very specific and ended up going to a world much bigger than he could imagine.His other wish was the System he read in one of the many stories he read, the System of [The Gamer], which due to various reasons, perhaps due to laziness of the person who created it, the System is not 100% identical.But this didn't affect our protagonist much, who had the opportunity to create his own appearance and decided for nothing less than a hot Futanari with a big dick!

On Christmas day, seemingly overnight, God summoned everyone on Earth, giving every single person a 'Gift' along with a System.

These Gifts, synonimous with special abilities granted people powers beyond comprehension.

However, with these abilities came tragedy that enveloped the world. The Apocalypse!

Jeremy Lewis, a reclusive loner, is mysteriously exempt from this phenomenon and finds himself being the only one without a Gift.

God decides to grant him the last Gift available, [Subspace], and forcefully returns him to a world that has become hell.

Horrifying monsters now lurk around every corner, and inevitable death awaits.

Arming himself with his wits and the Gift he possesses, how will Jeremy survive this cruel new world that he finds himself in?

“Everything will go according to plan, and ultimately the path I have started will lead to my victory... these tools will be useful in achieving that!”

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.