The Romantic Cultivator - Chapter 602 Let’s Have ‘Cultural Exchanges’

One day, I woke up only find out that I’d become a Demon Lord, an individual responsible for protecting a dungeon. The world I’d been spirited away to was one filled with violence. Gigantic monsters wandered through it and competed with each other each and every day for the right to survive. I had no choice but to strengthen my dungeon’s defenses in hopes of living another day—or at least that was what I’d thought. For some odd reason, I instead ended up spending my days in relaxation and bliss.

Xiao Yijing returned to the real world from a narrow escape from the infinite world, and got the reward from the system – a group of unfinished buildings!

Although the unfinished building is in dilapidated condition and a lot of waste is waiting to be done, Xiao Yijing resolutely chooses to put it in ruins. Whoever likes to get a job will get a job, anyway, I won’t get a job!

When I have time to grow vegetables, raise chickens, herd cattle, and feed pigs, my small life is very nourishing.

Eh? Let me expand the scale of farming? ——No, it’s too troublesome!

What? Want to live here? ——Yes, you can settle the house by yourself.

ha? Do you want to help with work? ——Okay, you can handle it yourself!

By the time Xiao Yijing came back to her senses, the people who worked at their own expense had already gone to the sky, and the unfinished building was unknowingly revived!

(There is a male protagonist, but there are very few emotional scenes)

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Every hero starts with power. He started with dust.One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white.It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess.Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother.While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part.Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap.A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months.Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability.******White robes. Cold arroganceA sinful revenge.White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan.And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes.