Fantasy: I Did Not Raise The Divine Beasts - Chapter 636 - : Actually, You Can Write Some Cultivation

Su Yue, a heavyweight in the assassin world, was reborn as a newborn baby girl.She thought she would leisurely live this life by eating, drinking, cultivating medicinal herbs, and playing with venomous insects… leading a carefree existence.However, her master expelled her from the mountain.Her eldest martial brother is the prince of another country, her second martial brother is the leader of the martial arts alliance, her third martial brother is a divine physician, and her fourth martial brother… well, let’s ignore him.The emperor is her father, her brother is the prince, the national commander-in-chief is her maternal grandfather, and she has three uncles. She thought she could comfortably lead an idle life, but who knew…

In ancient times, there were seven types of evil thoughts, each of which possessed the power to confuse, and muddle, people’s hearts. Every single person that came into contact with one of the seven, would inevitably undergo a sudden change in personality and temperament, and commit the unforgivable crime of murder.

Determined to rid the world of these seven evil thoughts, Lao Zi forced the seven evil thoughts into seven separate bamboo strips and secured the opening of such bamboo strips with the Phoenix Lock, and, in so doing, finally succeeded in sealing the evil bamboo strips.

But who would have thought, that the evil bamboo strips would, in due course, reappear on the surface of the Earth……

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On a random day, at a random place… I died.And by the grace of gods, got reincarnated in a world that has put a label over my head of Otaku.'Rise of the Thunder Emperor. 'Same clichè dense hero and harem of beauties involved in an Academy setting.I would have accepted my fate if I had gotten in some mob's body but no…I had to be a villain who was destined to taste the awakened power of the protagonist, firsthand.I planned to manage my life through this whole mess and if possible get that milf teacher on the way too.But why the heck this hero is behaving like he knows what I am going to do?Why are these heroines not performing their roles and turning yandere for me but not the protagonist?And the milf I tried to trap is now flirting in the middle of the whole school?Why did things turn out so hectic?___________…A/N: - Give the story at least ten chapters before you guys judge.

He wasn’t some chosen hero.Not the golden boy in prophecy.He was just Kieran Marcoth—a boy born on the wrong side of fate,A mistake, a misfit.Not blessed by heaven.Too stubborn for hell.And now…Thrown onto a battlefield meant for gods.The world had already been broken long before he came into it.People sinned, as they always do—And one day, the sky finally answered.The day God turned away,Everything fell.Cities burned.Families vanished.The silence afterward was louder than any explosion.But even in wrath, the Divine left something behind.A final olive branch—if you could call it that.A way to survive what came crawling out of the darkness.Talents.Powers.Strange, unique abilities passed down like gifts from a god who no longer cared.And on the day Kieran stood in line—quiet, hopeful, a little scared—Waiting to receive his talent,He dared to believe his life might finally start to make sense.Instead…He awakened something different.A hidden SSS-ranked talent.The kind with a condition attached.A catch.And just like that, everything went wrong.Laughter.Whispers.Stares like knives.He became a joke.A disappointment.Even the instructors didn’t bother to hide their sneers.Then the bullying started.The beating.The betrayal.And one day, it nearly killed him.He lay there, bleeding.Angry.Humiliated.A part of him still hoping this was some twisted mistake.But it wasn’t.And then—A sound.> [Ding! Conditions have been met][Host has been successfully selected as a God Candidate][Defeat the other candidates! Become the next God of this ruined world]Kieran stared at the message blinking in front of him.He didn’t smile.Didn’t cry.Didn’t feel triumphant.He just felt tired.And then, something in him shifted.One thought, sharp and cold, rose to the surface:“I’m going to fucking kill those bastards.”Not for power.Not for glory.But because he was done being the punchline.That’s how his journey began.Not as a hero.Not yet a monster.Just a boy who had lost too much—And found something worth fighting for in the wreckage.The question now is:Will the world break him again?Or will he become the god who remakes it?