The Martial God with Psychic Powers - Chapter 231

Everyone said that Yi Qing was the number one Sword Cultivator in the world, with a swordsmanship and cultivation that no one could surpass. Whether it was when he was cultivating in the Lower Realm, or when he was in the Ten Heavens of the Upper Realm, he has always been undefeated.

In a world where supernatural Awakening dictates status, power, and worth, West Einstein is nobody.At eighteen, he’s a Tier 0—unawakened, invisible, and easily discarded. In a city ruled from the shadows by gangs, factions, and mafia families with supernatural bloodlines, Tier 1 awakeners are treated like future kings, while people like West exist purely as background.That truth becomes brutally clear when West’s girlfriend publicly abandons him for Caleb Rourke, a newly awakened Tier 1 backed by a street gang. Humiliated in front of the entire school, West learns a lesson the city enforces without mercy: power decides everything... love included.That same night, something awakens within him.~ The Cuckhold System ~A ruthless system that offers West a way to climb the hierarchy by doing to others what was done to him. By targeting men who believe their relationships are secure and becoming the replacement, West earns Cuck Points, a currency that allows him to grow stronger, unlock abilities, and even awaken as a Tier 1.Failure means losing the system forever.Success means power.As West navigates high school, part-time work at a café, and a city on the brink of chaos due to newly discovered supernatural ruins, he begins to see the world differently. Gangs extort openly. Police bow instead of enforce. Supernatural ruins spark violent competition. Morality bends beneath ambition.What starts as reluctant participation soon becomes strategy.---------NB: MC never gets NTRd after acquiring the system. He is the one who NTR others.

“There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.” — Dante AlighieriThis is a quote that dictates my life perfectly. Ever since I was a young boy, I enjoyed playing games, so much so that I carried that passion even into my sophomore years, all the way to my death.My story in life isn't all that tragic compared to the more unfortunate out there. I am your typical game creator. I made indie games and visual novels for a living.Naturally, being out of passion and an unknown solo developer, I tried my best to get my work out there, working additional jobs, doing side hustles, both online and locally, all just to survive, and all just to sponsor my work.However, in a world where competition is vast in the game industry, everything I make only ends up at the bottom rank. Because of this, I never gave up, but as I went into my thirties, this passion of mine separated me from my family.These days they don't even talk to me anymore. Depressed, alone, and on the verge of a mental breakdown, I lost all hope, and it didn't help that I had two months of rent due and bills that needed to be paid.But all that changed one night when I got a mysterious message that suddenly appeared on my laptop screen:“You who despair! Would you like a second chance at life? If yes click and offer up your life worth's negativity to me, if no forget this message completely!?”At that time, I clicked Yes by accident.But as the message said, I died due to a heart attack and reincarnated into the World of Purgatory. This was the greatest mistake of my life, as it changed it forever. However in this world I came with the power called the Administrator — a power I gained as a newborn Negative Spirit.With this power I exist as an Entity of Dreams, but even without a physical body, I was determined to make my wish come true: to be a game creator. But unlike other devs, my dreams are different. I can create scenarios in the dreams of men, forcing them to play my game. If they win, they walk out of here as an Awakened Spirit Warrior; however, if I win, the abilities they would have gained in my trials go to me. In this game of mine, anything could be wagered. In reality I have nothing to lose as the Administrator. But to the players, what they wager could be a matter of life or death.

For the wine to be drunk on her wedding night to actually have been a cup of poison and for the one to poison her to be her husband, who would believe it?