My Identities Were All Exposed After I Was Pampered by Everyone at My Grandfather's House! - Chapter 165 - 165 Herbal Cuisine

In the wake of the first wave of shadow creatures, the world was plunged into ruin, a desolate yet enchanted wasteland. Humanity, driven underground, clung to survival while desperately plotting to reclaim their shattered world.But from the abyss of darkness, something miraculous stirred—a mysterious tree, shimmering with ancient power, appeared overnight. It chose only the strongest of heart, those with unbreakable will, gifting them extraordinary abilities. With these powers, humanity rose from the depths, waging war against the shadows.Yet beneath the surface of their heroic deeds lay a hidden rot. Corruption seeped into their ranks, and arrogance clouded their judgment. As their powers grew, so did the whispers of betrayal. The true battle may not be against the creatures lurking in the shadows—but against the darkness festering within their own hearts.A question lingers: When heroes fall, who will rise to take their place?

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”

In 2025, Avalon the most legendary MMORPG that had reigned for two decades, announced it would shut down its servers on July 12th.Rian, the Guild Master of Avanheim, decides to stay loyal until the very end, accompanying his guild in the Throne Room of Avanheim Castle until the servers are completely shut down.However, when the final second passes, a miracle occurs. He isn't forcibly logged out by the system. Instead, he remains within Avanheim. The NPCs, once mere programs, begin to show consciousness, and the digital world feels entirely real.It seems he has been summoned to another world, just like in the fantasy novels he so often reads.This time, Rian swears to himself: he will no longer be a loser. In this new world, he will become a winner.To establish an empire. To conquer the world. This is the beginning of the Great Path of Conquest....Or maybe he'll just keep a low profile and live in peace?AUTHOR NOTE :Other Tags: Reverse Isekai, Shadow Leader, Corporate Building, Evil Organization Leader, Genius Protagonist, World Domination, Politics, Slow Burn, Detailed, Romance, Magic vs. Technology.This novel features a slow-paced plot, making it unsuitable for readers expecting fast-paced action like intense battles against equal foes, massacres, or starting a war early in the story.- Volume One: Focuses on world-building.- Volume Two: Centers on corporate development, building a criminal empire, controlling a nation from the shadows, generating wealth, and a touch of romance.- I update every day, but if something comes up on a particular day, I’ll post two chapters together the next day.Support me with reviews, votes, or a Golden Ticket gift—it would help me a lot!

Annan transmigrated to a new world – the Land of Dense Fog. He had become a rare elite NPC who possessed the player’s system.

However, he had the heart of a player.

I like to stir up matters, and unbridled. But, I’m a kind player. The ally of justice who is favored by this world.

I’m on a main mission. As the righteous player, I’m following my destiny to eradicate you, the evil NPC!

Dear player, I’d recommend you to stop running away. The mission is completed. I’m the righteous NPC now to punish you, the evil players…

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In the long dark night, the crimson moon hangs high in the sky.

Hoarse whisper patrols the streets. The brass steam engine is emitting blood mist.

Your brain is in ecstasy; your eyes are enchanted.

With cracked skins, it sprouts new flesh.

In the gray mists, shirek cries come from the flesh wall that consumes thousands of corpses…

“Stop crying, our players don’t bite. They just want to play with you.”

The Solitary Schemer, Number 1 Player, Land of Dense Fog’s Savior, Leader of 13 Saints, Friend of 12 Upright Deity, Pioneer King, “The Righteous One,” Gatekeeper of Forth Disaster, Crownless Deity, the great Annan advised kindly.