The Young Master I Carefully Raised Became Obsessive - Chapter 10

A shut-in accidentally transmigrated while playing a dark R18 banned-cultivation gal game, and he brought this game panel called 《Evil God Cultivation》 with him…

The cultivation of an Evil God requires him to go to the various planes’ dungeons to complete dark missions and finish daily evil events.

“Evil Event triggered: Adopt the orphan Lin Yunyun.”

“Lin Yunyun? Orphan? Old Wang, find someone to hit Lin Yunyun’s old geezer of a father with a car! Quickly, I’m in a hurry!”

This is a story of an ambitious shut-in who, under the “persecution” of the portable game system, happily embarked on the path to become an Evil (human) God (scum).

Noah Weaverheart was nothing but a poor boy with zero talent in Magic.Stuck at the Apprentice Magus rank for years, he was bullied and looked down upon by everyone in the academy.His pathetic life met an end at the hands of an arrogant noble, who decided to bury him and go about his day like nothing happened.However, as he drifted in between the space between life and afterlife, a set of notifications appeared before Noah.[Suitable Host Found!][Initializing The Supreme Magus System!][…][ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!]Before he could understand what was going on, he found himself jolted back to life, but the notifications wouldn’t stop flooding his vision.[A bug has been discovered in the system!][Trying to fix bug…][Fixing Bug…][…][ERROR! FIXING FAILED!][ERROR! SYSTEM FALLING APART!][…][ERROR! BUG UNABLE TO BE FIXED!][The system has been corroded by the bug. All parameters broken down. Required EXP for leveling up now fixed, limits on quests completely removed, Penalty on quests disabled.]At first, he thought it was a disaster.Then he realized—this bug wasn’t a curse, but a huge blessing in disguise!With no restrictions holding him back, Noah could now level up endlessly—faster and stronger than anyone alive.From worthless trash to an unstoppable force, he would rise above all… becoming the most powerful magus in existence!But the more he learns about his broken system… he realized the bug might be something far greater, and far more dangerous than he ever imagined.

Never think that having a child can make someone who doesn't love you stay.I learned this lesson when, at 25 weeks pregnant, I caught my husband cheating at the hospital and finally understood this truth.I had a secret crush on Tristan Sterling for eight years and finally became his assistant, but that one night changed everything.I was forced into a shotgun wedding, thinking that having a child would make him give me a second glance.But he despised me, saying I had coerced him, that I was a stain on his life.He found a new love, a young and beautiful girl; he was gentle and doting toward her, yet as cold as ice to me.He said we would get divorced after the child is born.And the worst part? Discovering that I'm still in love with the very man who pushed me into the abyss.Wife Addiction

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.”