Record of a Demon's Cultivation - Chapter 395: Wei Ding, The Brave

Having opened his eyes once more, Chu Zheng found the world turned upside down. He had transformed from a Cultural Relic Restorer into a household slave.At the same time, a new feature had emerged within his body: a Repair Panel that refreshed daily, enabling his skills to continuously advance.【Incomplete Mantra (repairable)】→【Great Circulatory Breathing Guideline】【Ruined Temple Remnant (repairable)】→【Ancestral Dao Golden Body】【Damaged Spirit Root (repairable)】→【Superior Quality Immortal Bone】…………In an era of cultivating truth, heroes compete fiercely, and prodigies rise together.From ancient times, sages and wise men were buried by the sands of time; a lifetime of glory or disgrace turned to naught in a blink, and only a few names are recorded in the annals of history.Having lived this life a second time, Chu Zheng did not seek the arts of immortality, but merely wished to have his name remembered by future generations.

Karl was just a regular degenerate enjoying some alone time when—BAM!—he died mid-nut. Next thing he knew, he was standing before a smug goddess who bestowed upon him the Power of Stealing.Heroic? Not really. Broken? Absolutely.Now, in a world where strength is everything, Karl discovers his ability and lets him steal powers, skills, and even lovers. With each stolen ability, he grows more potent, turning the tables on arrogant heroes, cocky nobles, and unsuspecting chumps.Why train when you can steal? Why fight fair when you can cheat?Join Karl as he NTRs (or not) his way to the top, taking what he wants and leaving chaos in his wake.Died mid-nutPower of StealingWomen are his buffsThis isn’t a hero’s journey—it’s a shameless, overpowered, completely degenerate adventure.

As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated.[Awaiting the gods’ response...]He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always.[The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.]Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”.He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had.But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world.Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer!