The SSS Beast King: Rebirth of the Legendary Predator - Chapter 3: Memory Beasts

An 18-year-old poor college student tried to apply for a job as a tutor but his life almost ended as demons' meal. In his last breath, a mysterious woman gave him a strange power. When he opened his eyes he had turned into a demon with a system that would turn him into… A pervert.

Now he must lived with his dual identity as a model student named Ethan and an incubus named Damian.

In a world of celestial beings and monstrous cultivators, an ancient power awakens, bestowing upon all living beings the Heavenly Interface—a mysterious system that allows them to visualize and track their cultivation progress. This divine gift brings forth a new era of possibilities, forever altering the balance of power in a world governed by the strong.

Kai, a humble gardener with dreams of grandeur, unwittingly triggers the awakening of the Heavenly Interface when he stumbles upon an ancient ruin hidden in his land. With nothing but his love for gardening and an enigmatic skill called Interface Manipulator, Kai embarks on an extraordinary journey of self-discovery and cultivation. As he delves into the lost knowledge of the Heavenly Interface, he uncovers traces of a forgotten civilization and their noble aspirations.

Join Kai in Blossoming Path as he uncovers the secrets of the Heavenly Interface, forges powerful alliances, and faces unimaginable challenges. In a world where the pursuit of power reigns supreme, Kai's journey will redefine what it means to walk the path of cultivation and awaken the true potential within.

Jin Runcandel is the youngest son of the greatest Swordmaster. After he gets himself kicked out of their clan, he meets a tragic fate…but before he dies, a God gives him a second chance. Now he must use his new power for good.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”