I'm the Owner of the Pokémon Day Care In the World of Pokémon - Chapter 218: Visiting the Blue Sky Day Care

We are born free; yet, why do the deities and Buddhas claim supremacy!Bodhisattva, Buddha, Deity? ... I shall wipe out all your Divine Souls!If the heavens obstruct me, I will shatter these heavens; if the earth obstructs me, I will crush this earth!Tathagata, today you must return to me—five hundred years!...

I do not own this imageHe was a swordsman beyond compare—cold, calculating, and relentless. A man who chased power not for glory, but to break the fate forced upon him. Betrayed in his final battle, he died with his blade in hand... only to awaken in a world not his own.Now reborn in the world of High School DxD, Nero carries with him a mysterious System that allows him to defy logic:— Steal and evolve Sacred Gears— Accept world-altering quests— Access a store that sells power itself— And shatter the limits of every universe he entersWith the power of his Void-Forged Blade and a will forged in war, Nero walks among Devils, Angels, and Fallen—but he kneels to none.As he joins Kuoh Academy, crosses paths with Rias Gremory and her peerage, and uncovers the secrets of the multiverse, one thing becomes clear:This world, and every world after it, will tremble beneath his blade.

Lee Se-Hoon, the blacksmith of humanity’s last desperate united force, fought against the demons until the very end. However, the result was mutual destruction, with the world coming to an end. The moment he took his own life over that futile conclusion—

“…What is this?”

He had regressed to his days as a candidate at the hero training institution, Babel Academy. Having obtained a second chance, he swore to use anything as material to gain victory this time. Anything at all!

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.