Seventy Seventh Seven - Chapter 18: Little Game

On a sunny afternoon, Kyle finally received the long-awaited acceptance letter to Hogwarts, the prestigious thousand-year-old wizarding school.At Hogwarts, Kyle led a fulfilling life. Besides attending classes, he spent his free time cultivating magical vegetables, tending to enchanting flowers, or venturing into the dark, forgotten chambers of the castle to provide emotional support to a small creature abandoned for centuries.Dumbledore: “Kyle is a courageous, kind, and sincere young wizard.”Professor McGonagall: “The Headmaster is absolutely right. Kyle never breaks the school rules.”Snape: “Ah, yes… indeed...”Professor Quirrell had thought the same—until one day, he opened a trapdoor and stumbled into a room full of Chomping Cabbages.

“Darling, I want…”

Buried alive. Forgotten by the world. Cursed to refine death itself.Rin Xie clawed his way out of his own grave with nothing but broken nails, shattered bones, and a core pulsing with rot. In a world where the heavens punish the wicked with celestial fire, where death cultivators are hunted like beasts, Rin awakens with a forbidden path—one that feeds on pain, suffering, and the ashes of the dead.He cannot heal. He cannot forget. But every wound, every betrayal, every death he witnesses becomes fuel for his ascension.Under a crimson eclipse, he walks through battlefields where spirits still scream. In deserts of bone, he consumes lotus flowers blooming from despair. He learns techniques the heavens sealed away in fear—Soul Wither Pulse, Requiem Bloom, Grief Reclamation.But the deeper he dives into death, the less human he becomes.He no longer cries for the fallen.He no longer prays for peace.He begins to wonder—what kind of death should he become?In a world where power devours morality, Rin Xie will either become the end of all things...Or something worse.

Carry a full belly, her husband brings another woman home and even wants to kick her out!

Tragically dying and reincarnated, she is determined to escape, yet he relentlessly pursues: “Dare to flee, I’ll search the entire city, find that woman within 48 hours!”

He’s arrogantly domineering, turning his hand he treats her as insignificant, reversing his hand she’s the treasure held in his palm.

She scoffs: “Stay away from me, we’re already divorced!”