Strongest Swordman’s Re:START - Chapter 118: Levi Zeka

For more than a decade, she disguised herself as a weakling while preyed on the strong – Qiao Qing had never viewed reputation as an important matter.But people began to take advantage and purposely hurt the ones she cared about.Qiao Qing then decided to stop hiding her real self.An incapable good-for-nothing? Her natural genius IQ can explode your eyeballs!A lowly commoner? Her real identity made her someone who you are not worthy enough to be friends with!A feeble chick? Her skills in ancient martial art can result in you looking for your teeth all over the ground!A godly student, a godly Go player, a godly night rider, a godly martial artist… as her real identity revealed little by little, all those snobs who once viewed her poorly began to switch sides and attempted to please her.Qiao Qing shut the front door. No guests welcomed.She blocked those who wanted her for their own selfish demands, but she couldn’t stop this one evildoer from approaching her.Just like that, climbing over the walls and entering through the window became Jun Yexuan’s specialty.As the President of the Jun Corporation, he had enough to protect Qiao Qing her entire life.But what bothered him was that Qiao Qing was far too independent and far too capable. Without any of his help, she was able to successfully handle everything.Jun Yexuan became moody – he felt like he wasn’t needed!So, on a random day, a cry for help appeared on Weibo, “What do I do when the wife is too capable? Waiting for immediate responses – it’s urgent.”

That day, my head was struck by an unknown object, and after I woke up, I realized that I’m able to, through titles, understand a person’s truest side.

Naoki's big brother revealed that he is an infinite regressor. He broke the cycle and came to Earth to guide him to the world where he is destined to rule. He also revealed a prophecy, that Naoki is the destined one.After that, Naoki reincarnated as Aether von Noctvain, heir to one of the Seven Great Families of the Empire.However, as he begins to uncover hidden truths, he discovers that the prophecy was a lie, crafted by Celestial beings who feared his brother's power.Enraged, he vowed to avenge his brother. Even as a mere mortal, he killed a demi-god. As punishment for killing a celestial being, his mana was sealed.Soon after, his own companions betrayed him. The entire world turned against him, branding him a heretic who rebelled against divinity.They even killed his family and his fiancée.Through an ancient relic, Aether is sent back in time. This time, he will make everyone pay, He will strip their skin away with cruelty, fueled by madness.“I swear, I will raise those I cherish to heights no god can reach and drag every traitor screaming into hell,Even if it drives me past the edge of madness.”Let vengeance walk beside insanity.Let sanity shatter.The gods spoke of salvation, but offered only chains. butThey miscalculated one thing:Aether von Noctvain does not beg fate.He is the hand that will make fate bleed.

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.