Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain - Chapter 8 - - New Sub quest

In a world teetering on the brink of chaos, where eldritch gods peer into mortal realms and monsters stalk the land, Lu Yu finds himself moments away from a gruesome end as a sacrifice to a sinister deity. Just as the cold altar awaits him, a glimmer of hope emerges: he activates the Monster Editing System.With this arcane power, Lu Yu can extract materials from all things and fuse them to create unimaginable creatures. Each monster grants him a portion of its strength and a unique, terrifying skill. From that moment, Lu Yu embarks on a perilous game of wits and power against the ancient, malevolent gods.99 Demonic Eyes+ Cyclops Body + Primordial Chaos Stone = Chaos Evil Eye: its gaze alone spells death, obliterating all under the curse of its Mystic Death Stare.Angel’s Blood+ Nightmare’s Corpse = Holy Nightmare: a being that commands the dimensional ability Paradise Descent, fusing heaven and hell into an inescapable exile.Seed of the Dusk World+ Mutant Drake Egg = Endbringer Dragon: the avatar of apocalypse, wielding the Calamity Domain to usher in the end of all things.From the shadows, he crafts horrors beyond comprehension: Void Shadow Spider, Hundred-Armed Giant, Soul-Banshee, and Endbringer Dragon. Each creation shakes the fabric of reality itself. Even as his creations grow in power, they spiral further beyond mortal understanding, defying natural laws. The gods, once indifferent, now tremble as their monstrous rival rises.Can Lu Yu’s ingenuity and monstrous legion prevail in the deadly dance with gods? Or will the ancient, inscrutable powers crush him before his ultimate creation takes shape?The monsters are limitless, and even the gods dare not look away…

Lu Mingshu had never believed in fate.

On the dawn of a fresh New Year, an ominous figure emerged, shrouded in a guise of an angel but harboring the malevolence of a devil. With a chilling voice, it proclaimed, [Every month, you humans will be thrust into a perilous quest. Your survival hinges on overcoming 20 grueling rounds.]Suddenly, I found myself ensnared in this dangerous survival game, a grotesque merry-go-round where every turn carried the stench of death. Yet, I was not without any defenses. I possessed an unusual power: the power to regress 100 times, a chance to rewrite my fate.I stand on the precipice of my final regression, and I swear, ‘This time, I will conquer it. I will emerge victorious.’I’m no longer the insignificant shuttle that I once was. Today, I shed my former self, the one who had reached the pinnacle of power. Today, I am reborn for the last time as Black Scythe, a rookie player, a novice that once again will be become the Grim Reaper!

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.”Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?”The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?”Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!”“Oh!!!!”The audience erupted into thunderous applause.“Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately.The applause grew even more fervent...(The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)