Epic of Caterpillar - Chapter 2899 - 2900: Against the Queen of Yomi

Martial Soul, the essence of innate talent, encompasses the grade of countless stars, with one to three stars being Low Level, seven to Nine-star being Advanced, and a Ten-star Martial Soul as a Heavenly Gifted Spirit, known as Spirit Martial Soul, one in ten thousand!The world asks Luo Cheng: “How many stars is your Martial Soul? What grade?”Luo Cheng stares at the endless galaxy within his Martial Soul and mutters:“That's a lot of billions, it's hard to count!”

Zhao Feng works hard to prove himself better than peers in the Martial Arts Training Ground, but just when he's about to give up, a mysterious black, marble-like, object fuses with his left eye, granting him the powers of the ancient gods.With his newfound powers, Zhao Feng embarks on the journey toward becoming the greatest martial artist of all time.

He was the final boss.The monster at the end of the world.The unbeatable nightmare humanity couldn’t kill.Then one day… he quit.Why?Because he saw two hunters having sex in his dungeon and realized Earth might have something way better than world domination.Now, disguised as a “totally normal guy” working at a sketchy restaurant, the most overpowered being in existence is on a personal mission:Sleep with every type of human woman.Catgirls? Yes. Elves? Hopefully. Tsundere sword babes? Absolutely.But hiding his god-level powers isn’t easy—especially when:His cooking accidentally gives people magic orgasmsAn E-rank hero gets famous for “defeating” him (total accident)Women keep throwing themselves at him... and monsters do tooAnd a suspicious ex-goddess shows up asking why he’s working night shifts at a ramen shopHe wanted pleasure.He got a restaurant job, a harem of disasters, and a world that keeps trying to make him a hero.This is not how conquering Earth was supposed to go..__________________________________No NTR, No Yuri

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.