She's My Sleeping Pill - Chapter 879: LITTLE THINGS MATTER

Go out with a bang. That's what my dad always used to say.If you're going to die in a world like this where people can add all these crazy modifications to their body, at least take a few out on the way.“Zero what the hell are you doing?” A kid with a wimpy voice asked.“Taking care of business, obviously.” I responded with a bit of an irritated tone.“Can you please get off of me...” A man asks, tears streaming down his face.People fear power and money. That's how it's always been, and this piece of garbage is one of those people.But none of this matters if no one knows how I even got to this point. Where Humanity truly began it's biggest stage of evolution.Humanity.exeThe City of Kairox is where everything runs through. Drugs, weapons, illegal cybernetics, you name it. One day I want to be the one who controls all of that.But I've been dealt enough of a shitty hand that I think it's about time I start dealing myself. Anyone can rise up in the streets with enough determination and strength.So, I'll rise up amongst this filth and make sure that I'm on top.

[Rebirth + Era + Space + Getting Rich + Counterattack Face-Slapping]Waking up, Su Yuanyuan found herself in a time of famine. Looking at the bird-poor environment, she felt like she could die again to escape back.But why does this thought give her a splitting headache?Want to hang herself, but the safety rope brought from her space would break on its own?Thinking of jumping into the river, and she gets pulled out just after jumping in?Alright, better to live stubbornly than to die well. She has a space, can farm, and doesn't fret over food or clothing. Heaven, the 'father', offers conveniences, making life pleasantly good!However, that handsome guy who always forces her to work, I'm only ten years old, is it really okay for you to look at me with such deep affection?

Every person is born different; all of creation has a hundred faces.Some are born foolish, some are born wise. Some are extraordinarily gifted, while others are hopelessly mediocre.Yi Beidou was born a demon.But he was lucky. He met his master, Hong Datong, who taught him the “Free Heart Technique.”With 7 needles in his body for 20 years, he has finally been able to control himself.“For twenty years, I kept my head bowed and my nature restrained. Today, I can finally raise my eyes to see the world and truly be myself.”

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?