The Chaos Dragon Prince - Chapter 749 A Unkown Genius

I’m not your slave, you bastard! She’s furious! She’s furious! I’m furious! WE’RE BREAKING UP! She’s laughing like crazy! We’ll discuss this in a hundred years She was her ex boyfriend, mother hated down and out, but he praised her as treasure, when Tsenin, you want my heart, my life, I can give you at any time

Su Mu took the player panel.

Came to the game world 10,000 years in advance.

The most common talent for players has been drawn:

…immortality.

However…

Although longevity, level experience is locked, what should I do if I can’t upgrade and become stronger?

Only practice, practice, practice!

There is no time in the cave, and a thousand years have passed.

On his way out, he found…

The girl I rescued casually back then actually created a tribe for me? !

Become a tribal totem yourself? !

…

Five thousand years later, the first batch of beta players arrived.

They looked at the totem statue standing in the first tribe, and looked at each other…

“This is the system introduction, a very easy to kill level 1 boss?!”

- Description from novelbuddy

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION][HOST HAS UNLOCKED: SOVEREIGNTY OF GLUTTONY][HOST HAS UNLOCKED: SOVEREIGNTY OF REPLICATION][HOST HAS UNLOCKED: SOVEREIGNTY OF ETERNAL][HOST HAS UNLOCKED: SOVEREIGNTY OF UNBROKEN][INTEGRATION: 4/49 FRAGMENTS COLLECTED]WARNING: DIMENSIONAL BARRIERS DETERIORATINGBrett Lenhart was a modern man who lost his life to a stupid distraction—looking at the wrong thing at the wrong time.He wakes in a deal struck with a goddess whose divine beauty masks dangerous intentions. Now he's Kyrie Shaw, the unwilling avatar of a fragmented god, thrust into a world built on steam, brass, and ambition where Victorian empires clash across dimensional borders.Here, mental power separates the worthy from the worthless. Prophets manipulate futures in oligarchic courts. Warriors prove strength through psionic combat in meritocratic empires. Technocrats hide world-breaking science behind industrial smoke. And in the ruins of a war-torn realm, beast-kin survivors fight against monsters born from despair itself.Kyrie must navigate this maze of political games and dimensional intrigue, guided only by a system whispering in his mind and the fragments of a shattered god calling to him across reality. But there's a cost he didn't foresee: with each fragment collected, with each surge of power gained, the barriers holding the dimensions apart crack further.He has no choice but to evolve. To consume. To devour. This is the curse of hosting the essence of Gluttony—the hunger that never ends, the power that never satisfies.Caught between nations surging to war, Kyrie becomes both scapegoat and savior. But the political squabbles of mortals pale before the true threat stirring in the cracks between worlds.The Nether Realm—a dimension of entities born from humanity's pain, rage, and despair—hungers to return everything to nothingness. As reality fractures and monsters pour through the widening breaches, Kyrie must stand as the final defense. Or is it the first line? The distinction hardly matters when existence itself hangs in the balance.To survive, he must reclaim the fragments. To protect those he's grown to care for, he must master powers that threaten to erase who he was. To save a world on the brink of collapse, he must become the very thing he feared the most. A god with nothing left to hold onto.But Brett Lenhart refuses to disappear without a fight. And the bonds he forges with the women around him, the steamy nights they spend together and the love of everyone he knows might be the only anchors keeping his humanity intact.This is the story of a man forced to devour divinity piece by piece, surrounded by women drawn to the power he's becoming and the person he's desperately trying to remain.Every fragment brings him closer to godhood. Every bond pulls him back toward mortality.In the end, only one question matters: When the last fragment slots into place and the final seal breaks, will Brett Lenhart still exist to face what comes through—or will only Kyrie, the Gluttonous God Remain.------I Adapt,. I Consume. To Transcend.Additional Tags:‎#Comedy‎#Academy#Steampunk#Gods#Beastkin#DarkFantasy#SlowBurn#Worldbuilding#Level up#StudentLife#Victorian Era#Mature#PowerCouples#Tragedy#PlotTwists#Suspense#EndOfTheWorld#ImmersiveWorldExplore this World and Have a Great Time.

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