The Regressed Demon Lord is Kind - Side Stories: Chapter 24

Accused by his enemies, Tang Yin was led to a dead end and died at the hands of his enemies. Even so, fate gave him a new chance, and his soul traveled to a lower world, where he managed to reincarnate.His new body had no cultivation and no family either, so he was now a total cripple in an unknown world, with enemies lurking at his door.Yet, he is the proud Divine Heir, dubbed the 'Divine Son' of the Upper Realm. How could something so simple stop him?That is why he will forge his own path and rise again, this time by the hand of a mysterious power that belongs exclusively to him.'Even if I don't understand why I was chosen as Divine Heir, I will create my own path and forge my own power.' He thought.At the same time, a strange and mysterious system with an attractive power, which it said could help him complete his revenge, appeared before him.[You must become the Host of the Domination System][Do you accept?]

Ahjung is preparing to fake a marriage with her gay childhood friend Jigyung in order to earn 500,000 dollars. She was an unknown actress at the age of 33 and was expecting her parents to strongly disagree but wait. Why is no one stopping us? Why is this so easy?

And as the marriage was about to succeed.

“Brother, are you crazy?”

A man crashed in and shouted.

“I AM AGAINST THIS MARRIAGE!”

This is the era where people prioritize science and Martial Dao. After the great disaster, the human race discovered the Ancient Zenith civilization. They entered the Age of Great Cultivation and began their journey to colonize the Kunlun Realm!

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.