The Demonic World I designed - Chapter 474 - 464: Decision!

The old man pointed to the flower-like woman and said, “Call her mother from now on.” He then pointed to a flower-bud-like girl and said, “This is your sister.”

My younger sister was not cute.

She was arrogant, taciturn and weird, but she knew how to please our parents.

She was two-faced and deceitful, but it seemed like she only treated me that way.

I cared for her, tried to please her as much as I can, but she still disliked me.

Until one day, I found out her secret, our relationship began to get a little bit weird…

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To rebuild death god’s glory, was our obligation!

At the start of the story, he and his zanpakuto had to fight for his own territory!

The Lord of Hell, Mephisto?

Playing with people’s hearts, you might need to learn more from me!

Necromancer?

Let me test the might of Ryūjin Jakka!

Iron Man, Tony Stark?

Come, come, it just happened that I am in need of technical support in the Technological Development Department!

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Lod, who inherited the will of Soul King, crossed into Marvel World and decided to become the biggest behind-the-scenes manipulator!

When Lod ruled the three major organizations of the Wandenreich, Las Noches, and Seireitei, and looking at the entire universe, he could not help but sigh with emotion: In fact, at the beginning, I just wanted to live!

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.

One day, Luo Jian woke up from his sleep and found himself in a locked chamber where the door and window were all sealed. A note with a few lines written on it was tacked to the wall: “Escape from this room within an hour, otherwise, you will die.”