The Devil's Sleeping Beauty - Chapter 7 You shouldn't bully your nephew

Zeph was your typical no-life gamer; always grinding, raiding, and flexing his perfect builds.Then one night, during a particularly intense game, the power cut. Some weird face wheel popped up, rolled like a gacha, and handed him a card: [Primordial Architect].Next second? ZAP. He had been electrocuted to death!Alas, respawns were real after all. Zeph woke up as a scrawny 13-year-old in a broken world where reality itself ran on game-like rules.People “awakened” to Systems, Classes, and Skills—power granted by the world itself. Those who adapted became superhumans. Those who didn’t… well, they didn’t last long.Three years later, the kid everyone thought was dead has become a legend in the ruins; taller, sharper, crueler, and carrying more memes than mercy.But on his sixteenth birthday, his System finally awakens. Pretty standard. Nothing flashy. Everyone gets something like it.Until…[Secondary Core Detected][Primordial Architect – ACTIVE]And then it happened.One breath = One Skill Point.Another breath. Another point. Endless power.While the rest of humanity bleeds for scraps, Zeph just… breathes. And the world? It’s about to choke on what he builds.⸻Genre: LitRPG | Tags: OP MC, System, Gamer Reincarnation, Post-Apocalypse, Genius Mc, Anti-hero

“There are no heroes in war, only monsters.”This was an outlook that Sato Katsuro, a man in service to the military, formed after being broken down by years of gore-filled battle.It was an outlook that he took even to his grave...but what about beyond it?Reincarnated into a new world of fantasy and tasked to be the very thing he'd given up on becoming, Sato would have to fight a new war. A war between mankind and an oppressive enemy regime run by a cohort of demons.But, as Sato learned in his past, war wasn't always what it seemed. In war, truths were lies, friends lurked as enemies, and the so-called heroes...they were often the villains.

What people do, heaven sees. Evil-doers will receive punishment. But there is always someone who thought that because they have the protagonist halo, they could do whatever and bully whomever all they want without any consequences. Then, let’s just remove their halo and tear down their mask of hypocrisy. Let those scum men and goody two-shoes experience “putting yourself in other’s shoes”, so they would know they were at fault.

At first, Lu Jingqian thought he had to sacrifice his body in order to complete the task. But there are three benefits in doing so; having great items, living a good life, and having a high face value. After a long while, he also felt quite good… what to do?

System, “Can you be more modest? Please remember when you first rejected the idea, what about those just and upright words you said before?”

Lu Jingqian looked at the sky, “Modest? What’s that? Can it be eaten?”

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Corvin Blackmoor was a man carved by war and betrayal.From the blood soaked deserts of Afghanistan to the shadowed corridors of British Intelligence, he served and watched ideals crumble into lies.Patriotism. Honor. Loyalty.He buried them all long before a Quds Force assassin silenced his final breath.But death was only the beginning.Dragged from the ruins of a dying world, Corvin awakens in Valtheris. A savage world ruled by magic, where gods are myths, and survival is written in blood.He is no longer human.He is the last of the Dark Parasytes, an extinct race once so feared that every kingdom, every empire, and every mage order hunted them to extinction.Armed with Shadow Siphon, the power to replicate the strengths of others, Corvin stands alone at the bottom of an alien food chain.Weaker than a wild beast, with enemies and predators lurking in every forest, every court, every throne.Weakness is temporary, patience is eternal.In a world fractured by ancient wars, between noble Elves, scheming Demons, ruthless Humans, primal Feralis and Aetherborn Corvin will climb.He will feast. He will conquer.And in the shadows of Valtheris, the last predator will rise.No gods. No masters.Only the cold ambition of a man who has nothing left to believe in… but power itself.