My Goddess is Good at Pretending - Chapter 146: Rivalry

They call him Ghost.A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:“That was your last mission.”Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.But war forged more than his body and name.Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.He’s not just a weapon.He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.A man of many names, and many shadows.Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world.

Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established…

The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart.

The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans’ true colors?

“I unexpectedly survive, I want to live.” –Du Dian

Lin Ping'an traversed to a High Martial World, where the Ten Thousand Races invaded, leaving the Human Race weak and on the brink of danger. At this critical moment, he awakened the Civilization Master System.He simply created countless speedy Demonic Cultivation Techniques that spread widely, causing the Ten Thousand Races to exclaim how truly bizarre they are.[ Painful Demon Body ]: The longer the cultivation time, the faster the Qi Blood grows, but the more painful it becomes.[ Qianyuan Burning Life Technique ]: Burns life to gain strength, living like a summer flower, blooming with momentary brilliance.[ Celestial Demon Dissolving Technique ]: Burn all of oneself to unleash the strongest combat power.[ Abi Dao Three Blades ]: Bound by Demon Thought, eternally falling into Abi, the three blades extinguish ghosts and gods.[ Heaven-Defying Seven Demon Slash ]: Soul destroyed with no regrets, protecting the Human Race, slash slash slash slash slash slash slash.[ Life-Burning God-Slaying Arrow ]: Soul as the guide, life as the arrow, one strike for the fall of the demon emperor.Emotionless Swordsmanship... Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique... Blood God Technique... Sunflower Manual... Blood Escape Technique... Soul Destruction Nine Palms...

He rose from abjection and achieved eternity in glory.
He embraced the prettiest beauties and killed the strongest opponents.
He was able to shift the clouds into rain and cover the sky with one hand.
He could overrun the entire world and go anywhere as he pleased.
He pacified wars and held the world in awe.
He was matchless in the world.
However, his hair turned white overnight for his beloved woman and he was on the verge of death.
He was surrounded by enemies who were trying to take his life.
He struggled his way to become mighty and fought for everything he cherished.
For this age, he was the only king of the Dark World.
His name was a byword for might.
As a man living in the world, his only ideal was to pursue brilliance.