Divine Beast Creator - Chapter 175 Incarnation of Power_1

#Rated 18-Mature ThemesViolet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district.There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house.Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her.Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse.A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch.*************“TAKE IT OFF!”Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade.“My lord! I-I’m a man!” she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric.“I don't like other men!” she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully.Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. “Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!”Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “If you don’t take it off,” he said, his tone low and dangerous, “I’ll rip it off myself.”Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully.Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off.'This has to work. It has to!'

Fu Yu awoke from a big dream, feeling like the heavens stuffed his mouth with a pie.Everything familiar suddenly became virtual.The work kitchen, the tools he used, the colleagues he cooperated with, and the customers he faced.Everyone and everything has become walking NPCs and auxiliary tools.Daily life and work have turned into main quests that need to be completed and key clues for advancement.A customer ordered a dish of loose sautéed meat slices.Fu Yu took out a piece of fresh tenderloin: [Pork: Freshness: 90%]Held an egg in one hand: [Egg: Freshness: 85%]Heated oil in the pot, prepared starch, and got ready onions, ginger, and garlic.First frying, then stir-frying; the meat is cooked and taken out of the pot, plated and served to the customer: [Ding! Task of one portion of loose sautéed meat slices completed. Reward received: Cooking Experience +10, RMB +100, one oil-draining spatula!]As a chef constantly fed by the heavens, as long as he cooks, he levels up!

What happens when a dantian becomes a nuclear reactor?When meridians behave like fiber-optic cables?When brains are restructured as supercomputers?When eyes are reconstructed as LIDAR?When neurons are structured as integrated circuits designs?When a cultivation manual is rewritten like a physics textbook?Simple.You get Elias Vance.A world-renowned physicist, inventor of interstellar communication, and proud owner of six Nobel Prizes (which he never bothered to unpack), Elias Vance had one problem: his brain was dying. His solution? Turn himself into data and transmit his consciousness into the great unknown.He expected the quantum realm. He got… a cultivation sect.Now stuck in a world where people punch mountains and drink spiritual chicken soup to get stronger, Elias does what he does best: overanalyze everything and break the system entirely.Armed with divine sense sharper than a microscope and an ego that runs on cold logic and dry sarcasm, he’s not just here to cultivate. He’s here to **optimize**.Forget pills and slow breathing. He’s got cellular Qi reactors, runic programming, soul-lattice engineering, and a vendetta against spiritual inefficiency.This is not your typical path to immortality.This is **The Quantum Path**.

“You’re a monster…” she whispered, staring at the fading radiant barrier breaking apart in the sky.“Probably,” I agreed.“Do you know what you’ve done?!”Her voice suddenly broke apart.“Billions will die!” she screamed.“Billions of people will suffer because you removed the restriction that kept Chaos away!”“I know,” I said flatly.She stared at me in disbelief.“And you feel nothing?”I thought about it for a moment.Then I shrugged.“I wouldn’t say I feel nothing.”Her eyes widened.“Then what do you feel?”I looked up at the sky.The authority of the gods was collapsing.“Satisfaction!”“Whaattt!”A smile slowly spread across my face seeing her reaction.“I fucking love it,” I said softly.“Watching you lofty gods get your asses cooked for treating us mortals as idiots.”………………..Haa…Life.Isn't it strange?It is always full of surprises, and always bringing unexpected events at the most unexpected times.The gifts life gave me were enough to make me cry, yet I never truly knew whether those tears were from happiness or sadness. Maybe they were both or maybe neither.Reincarnation.Isekai.Yes, I became one of those so-called heavenly blessed ones.I am Noel De Nova.Son of the Grand Duke and one of the strongest persons in the world.So I should have been living a very good and happy life, right?However...Mysticless.Manaless.Talentless.And useless...That's what I am.Still, I believed that everything would change when I would awaken my cheat and slap every one face but days of waiting turned fruitless, making me a joke to the whole world.Black sheep of Nova... That's why I was called.And if this wasn't enough, 18 years after coming to this world I found that the reason behind all this is because I was designed like that.Yes, designed...A cannon fodder character who is designed to suffer by the developer, and on top of that there are many reincarnated individuals and…All of them were born with golden fingers except me.Damn you all…There were billions of people yet I am only designed as useless to suffer.You all can go to hell.And the script..“Fuck you and your damned script.”And as for the person who is responsible for all this shit….It doesn't matter if you are a god or some world-shattering disaster-level being,just don't let me find you, or else I am gonna enjoy shattering you piece by piece.And I swear it.