MTL - Number One Player of Time and Space - Chapter 1150 artificial maze

“You’re a monster…” she whispered, staring at the fading radiant barrier breaking apart in the sky.“Probably,” I agreed.“Do you know what you’ve done?!”Her voice suddenly broke apart.“Billions will die!” she screamed.“Billions of people will suffer because you removed the restriction that kept Chaos away!”“I know,” I said flatly.She stared at me in disbelief.“And you feel nothing?”I thought about it for a moment.Then I shrugged.“I wouldn’t say I feel nothing.”Her eyes widened.“Then what do you feel?”I looked up at the sky.The authority of the gods was collapsing.“Satisfaction!”“Whaattt!”A smile slowly spread across my face seeing her reaction.“I fucking love it,” I said softly.“Watching you lofty gods get your asses cooked for treating us mortals as idiots.”………………..Haa…Life.Isn't it strange?It is always full of surprises, and always bringing unexpected events at the most unexpected times.The gifts life gave me were enough to make me cry, yet I never truly knew whether those tears were from happiness or sadness. Maybe they were both or maybe neither.Reincarnation.Isekai.Yes, I became one of those so-called heavenly blessed ones.I am Noel De Nova.Son of the Grand Duke and one of the strongest persons in the world.So I should have been living a very good and happy life, right?However...Mysticless.Manaless.Talentless.And useless...That's what I am.Still, I believed that everything would change when I would awaken my cheat and slap every one face but days of waiting turned fruitless, making me a joke to the whole world.Black sheep of Nova... That's why I was called.And if this wasn't enough, 18 years after coming to this world I found that the reason behind all this is because I was designed like that.Yes, designed...A cannon fodder character who is designed to suffer by the developer, and on top of that there are many reincarnated individuals and…All of them were born with golden fingers except me.Damn you all…There were billions of people yet I am only designed as useless to suffer.You all can go to hell.And the script..“Fuck you and your damned script.”And as for the person who is responsible for all this shit….It doesn't matter if you are a god or some world-shattering disaster-level being,just don't let me find you, or else I am gonna enjoy shattering you piece by piece.And I swear it.

In a world where strength determines one’s future, William, an orphan with no extraordinary talents, faces a grim destiny—until a brutal attack leaves him clinging to life. Instead of death, he awakens to a mysterious and powerful entity lurking within his mind: the Shadow System, a game-like interface that promises him unimaginable power. But this power comes with dark secrets, and refusing it would mean his death. Forced into a pact with a voice that can hear his every thought, William must navigate a dangerous new reality where shadow abilities and celestial power collide. As he enters the prestigious military academy, his newfound abilities draw both allies and enemies, all while a deadly conspiracy brews in the shadows. With the odds stacked against him, William must unravel the mystery of the Shadow System and decide whether to embrace the darkness within—or be consumed by it. His journey from a bullied outcast to a potential god will challenge not just his survival, but his very humanity. Power always comes at a cost—will William be able to pay the price? “What am I?” William asked the system. The system’s voice echoed in his head, cold and indifferent. “You are nothing.”

In the realm of immortal cultivation, Lu Changsheng traversed as a peasant youth, overlooked by a celestial sect. Yet, endowed with the Multitude Progeny System, he could earn rewards by propagating his lineage, nurturing offspring.Thus, Lu Changsheng began his journey by marrying into a cultivation family, embarking on a path of intrigue, networking, and fostering descendants to expand his family’s cultivation legacy.As the cycles of time passed and epochs changed, countless supreme beings in the realms of immortality, formidable figures in the demonic path, revered saints among the demon races, and peerless beauties rose and fell, fading into the river of years.Only Changsheng’s family endured, immutable through the ages, perpetually existing, towering atop the path of immortality, sharing longevity with the heavens and earth, radiating brilliance akin to the sun and moon.

He wasn’t some chosen hero.Not the golden boy in prophecy.He was just Kieran Marcoth—a boy born on the wrong side of fate,A mistake, a misfit.Not blessed by heaven.Too stubborn for hell.And now…Thrown onto a battlefield meant for gods.The world had already been broken long before he came into it.People sinned, as they always do—And one day, the sky finally answered.The day God turned away,Everything fell.Cities burned.Families vanished.The silence afterward was louder than any explosion.But even in wrath, the Divine left something behind.A final olive branch—if you could call it that.A way to survive what came crawling out of the darkness.Talents.Powers.Strange, unique abilities passed down like gifts from a god who no longer cared.And on the day Kieran stood in line—quiet, hopeful, a little scared—Waiting to receive his talent,He dared to believe his life might finally start to make sense.Instead…He awakened something different.A hidden SSS-ranked talent.The kind with a condition attached.A catch.And just like that, everything went wrong.Laughter.Whispers.Stares like knives.He became a joke.A disappointment.Even the instructors didn’t bother to hide their sneers.Then the bullying started.The beating.The betrayal.And one day, it nearly killed him.He lay there, bleeding.Angry.Humiliated.A part of him still hoping this was some twisted mistake.But it wasn’t.And then—A sound.> [Ding! Conditions have been met][Host has been successfully selected as a God Candidate][Defeat the other candidates! Become the next God of this ruined world]Kieran stared at the message blinking in front of him.He didn’t smile.Didn’t cry.Didn’t feel triumphant.He just felt tired.And then, something in him shifted.One thought, sharp and cold, rose to the surface:“I’m going to fucking kill those bastards.”Not for power.Not for glory.But because he was done being the punchline.That’s how his journey began.Not as a hero.Not yet a monster.Just a boy who had lost too much—And found something worth fighting for in the wreckage.The question now is:Will the world break him again?Or will he become the god who remakes it?