MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI - Chapter 58 on the truth

Gray was just a normal guy. No powers. No family. No future.In a world where strength and status decide everything, he was at the bottom.He worked hard just to survive, taking care of his little sister after their parents were gone.But no matter how hard he tried, life never gave him a break.And after losing his only job, Gray was ready to give up completely.Then something strange happened.Just as about he was to end his life, an unknown voice echoed in his ears.[Welcome to the Great Tycoon System.]And for the first time, Gray had a way to fight back.From being weak and broke, he’ll rise to the top—one coin and one job at a time.Because in the world where money can buy power, Gray is about to become the richest and strongest man alive.

Heaven Concealing Great Sage Xie Chuan was plotted against by his enemy. Trapped within the God Burial Valley, he found a supreme martial technique hidden in a tomb called Demon Refining Heaven Swallowing technique.

Millions of years after the betrayal, reincarnated in a direct disciple’s body belonging to a small sect named Cloud Mist Sect, Xie Chuan finally broke out and escaped from God Burial Valley.

“In my previous life, I had only concealed the heaven with my hands. This life, I want to refine demons and swallow the heaven!”

The heaven swallowing expert who walked out of God Burial Valley was just born!

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

[The Demon King is Dead], a story in which the Demon King got immediately killed in the Prologue. I became the ‘Demon Prince’ of said novel.

…Help me.