MTL - Great Demon King - Chapter 770 Belief line

Bruno Hornes' parents disappeared in a strange way, leaving behind a weird contract.He can trade anything with it...Money, talent, Insight, even identity and fate.So Bruno sells wealth to the poor, buys their health, then sells the health to the sick, buys their Insight.He keeps the Insight for himself, and he doesn't care about the rest.Bruno buys the skills of hundreds of knights, and becomes a powerful person.He trades with a trapped god for freedom, buys his loyalty...He works hard, but it's too slow.He needs a secret group, a middleman.He can help others trade anything, just by taking a little bit.Over time, at the crossroads where the shadow moon hangs low, members never say his name.They only call him “the Covenant Weaver” or “the Scale Lord.”When both sides wanted the same thing, he would appear. Sometimes he was a graceful gentleman with a golden cane. Sometimes he was a crow with one eye glowing golden. Most of the time, he sat on a throne that reached a million meters high...

What if you received a divine artifact?What if yours was the strongest soul in the world?What would you do with the power to simulate anything, even an entire solar system?Follow Jack as he learns how to use his new gift, makes new friends, dominates the technology sector, travels to the stars, and so much more.There will be a harem, but Jack will not be snatching up every girl that smiles at him.There will be R18, but it won't be the dominant theme.There will be robots, and nanotech, and so much more.And maybe a face or two will get slapped along the way.

A Lovecraft- inspired darker, grittier One piece fanfic. A fanfic based on emotion and madness. A fanfic not for the faint hearted.----------------Regret. I have been drowning in it for far too long. I’ve regretted every choice I’ve made, every mistake I’ve carried, every moment of my past. I’ve regretted the present I live, the path I walk. Even my future, uncertain as it may be, has been tainted by regret.But not anymore. I refuse to live under its shadow. Yet, I know the truth—I don’t have the power to escape it completely.Am I not like a flicker of flame? So fragile, so fleeting—one puff, and I’m gone.Regret has burdened me, weighed me down to make me climb the towering wall of greatness. But I press on.It was all I could do. All I ever wanted to do.

The Great Norther Wall. The Dragon Knights. The Lords of the Winter Mountains. The Descendants of the Primordial Dragon. These are the various titles of the Grand Ducal Clan Ragnar, which boasted a rich, thousand year history. Theo Ragnar resolved himself to aiming for the throne of that very same clan. ‘These cursed chains weren’t something I could slip out of. They were meant to be broken with strength.’