MTL - The Founder of Diabolism - Chapter 22 Yangyang fifth 4

Duwei is born in this new world from Earth without making any sound, he does not cry, he just stares at the people around him. As he grows he does not speak and curses this new world in which he is forced to live.

His father a great general of insurance he must have aptitude for something, nevertheless he is not more than trash. Ignored by his family as the “Retarded” heir.

This is the story of your journey to discover the truths of this world and use the knowledge of your past life to remove your title of retarded, even if you have to become a devil.

In a universe where starships rule supreme and galactic empires clash for dominance, Kallus, a visionary gamer and strategist, finds himself thrust into an extraordinary reality.Awakened aboard the [Obliterator-Class Star Dreadnought], a vessel born from his own imagination but perfected by a Supreme Being, Kallus must rise to command a fleet that could shape the fate of the cosmos.With a ship forged from mythical adamantium and [mithril alloys], powered by a [Transcendent Dark Matter Engine], and armed with weapons capable of annihilating entire fleets, the Obliterator is more than a warship—it’s a legend incarnate. But Kallus is not alone. Alongside him is the Red Empress, an advanced AI infused with a power of creation and knowledge itself, guiding him with missions that unlock untold power and potential.

In the far future humanity is threatened by monstrous beings called kaiju now humans have expanded across the galaxy with the development of new techniques and fleets of mechs.Alto a young boy with dreams of becoming a great mech pilot is forced to be a mech designer. He finds a strange technology that opens his eyes to the vast secrets of the galaxy, now with a new purpose Alto must become something the world has never seen before.A/N: Just wanna do a good sci-fi book

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.