Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha - Chapter 110 Zhaoge Tiger General

“If he’s being badass, I’m gonna plant my own crops. If he messes with me, he will not live past next year.”

Every novel has a slag character, the one who decides to abandon the protagonist at his lowest, most helpless point, either because he can’t stand the poor guy’s circumstances or for other reasons. But after the protagonist wins his way in life again, they’re the ones who beg with broken sobs to be taken back.

Still, water once spilled can’t be recovered again.

Yet the unlucky Shen Jiayan has been bound to a Water Recovery* System to do just that.

*water recovery – comes from an idiom that means “spilled water can’t be recovered” (English equivalent: there’s no use crying over spilt milk).

- Description from Novelupdates

(Warning!!! This book will handle mature themes like trauma and mental breakdowns)Fate chose him.Betrayal destroyed him.But vengeance drives him.A young man awakens in the body of the Chosen Hero from his favorite novel— only to discover that everything he believed was a lie. The prophecies were fabricated, the legends twisted, and the so-called “hero’s journey” was nothing more than a stage play orchestrated to create a god. He was never destined to save the world; he was destined to be sacrificed.But death does not hold him. When he rises again, it is not as a savior, but as an avenger. With knowledge of the story’s deceit and a system built from his past life as a programmer, he forges his own path— one dedicated not to fulfilling destiny, but to breaking it.Now, in a realm where gods gamble with lives and heroes are bred as lambs for slaughter, he sets his eyes on the one who stole everything from him and climb to the level where gods watch man. And he will stop at nothing— no matter how dark the road— until he destroys the puppeteer pulling the strings.This is not a tale of chosen glory.This is the tale of the forgotten one, who will rise to oppose the gods.(A.N: There will be no harem, no smut, no senseless romance or info dumping. The story will be character driven and at times dark, so heads up. Gifting the books supports the author and encourages more chapter release. You can air all your grievances on the book in the comment sections. Let's be kind and caring to other readers. Also follow my discord for early updates on arcs, volumes and future projects.)10 - 24 chapters will be released per week.1 Dragon=5 extra chaptersDiscord: https://discord.gg/WkAGUfUUw8

“There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.” — Dante AlighieriThis is a quote that dictates my life perfectly. Ever since I was a young boy, I enjoyed playing games, so much so that I carried that passion even into my sophomore years, all the way to my death.My story in life isn't all that tragic compared to the more unfortunate out there. I am your typical game creator. I made indie games and visual novels for a living.Naturally, being out of passion and an unknown solo developer, I tried my best to get my work out there, working additional jobs, doing side hustles, both online and locally, all just to survive, and all just to sponsor my work.However, in a world where competition is vast in the game industry, everything I make only ends up at the bottom rank. Because of this, I never gave up, but as I went into my thirties, this passion of mine separated me from my family.These days they don't even talk to me anymore. Depressed, alone, and on the verge of a mental breakdown, I lost all hope, and it didn't help that I had two months of rent due and bills that needed to be paid.But all that changed one night when I got a mysterious message that suddenly appeared on my laptop screen:“You who despair! Would you like a second chance at life? If yes click and offer up your life worth's negativity to me, if no forget this message completely!?”At that time, I clicked Yes by accident.But as the message said, I died due to a heart attack and reincarnated into the World of Purgatory. This was the greatest mistake of my life, as it changed it forever. However in this world I came with the power called the Administrator — a power I gained as a newborn Negative Spirit.With this power I exist as an Entity of Dreams, but even without a physical body, I was determined to make my wish come true: to be a game creator. But unlike other devs, my dreams are different. I can create scenarios in the dreams of men, forcing them to play my game. If they win, they walk out of here as an Awakened Spirit Warrior; however, if I win, the abilities they would have gained in my trials go to me. In this game of mine, anything could be wagered. In reality I have nothing to lose as the Administrator. But to the players, what they wager could be a matter of life or death.