Spirit Vessel - Chapter 1229: Yang Behemoth

The hermit is an immortal, traveling between the peaks of the azure clouds.He refines in the Yin-Yang Furnace, the Great Dao path resides within his heart.Luo Chen traverses through the cultivation world with a proficiency panel, refining pills, mastering techniques, and studying arts, step by step advancing on the path to immortality.

The latest novel by the author of 'When Cats Own Superpower'.----------------------------------------------A star shot through the sky, it also shot through the tranquility of the world.Supernatural powers descended upon Earth. Who watches in the dark? Who mutters in my ear?When my growl shatters the sky, when my power tramples the abyss, when I govern all that is living and dead...they shall call me-- God.

How long can one ignore the voices in their head?Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit.For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects.As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience.One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost.The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him.

By the time I realized it, I had reincarnated into another world.

I kept sleeping, and at some point I became a Demon Lord.

Even though I never wished for it.

But for me to not have to work, this world is the best. It must be true that good things happen to good people.

The flavor of Sloth is as sweet as honey. Glory, diligence, virtue, or honor. I have no interest in anything like that.

What’s there to hide? The Lazy king is… none other than me.