True Martial World - Chapter 446: The Eliminated Ones

Synopsis: System Awakening in Elegia – The System Activates!Jessie never imagined his life would end so abruptly—only to begin again in the world of One Piece. Reincarnated in Elegia, the Land of Music, he finds himself in a peaceful yet melancholic scene. Before him lies a motionless Uta, cradled gently in the arms of the infamous Red-Haired Shanks. Jessie, still powerless and stunned, can only watch as her life slowly fades.Frustrated by his helplessness and lack of strength, he suddenly hears a sound echo in his mind:[DING!][“Supreme Check-In System initializing... 1%... 100% complete.”]A voice rings out in his head, calm and mechanical—but filled with promise. The Supreme Check-In System has fully loaded. Its ability? Every time Jessie sets foot on a new island, he receives a heaven-defying reward.Stunned and thrilled, Jessie asks, “Do I have a novice reward?”[DING!][“Yes. Claim with your mind.”]Without hesitation, he shouts in his thoughts, “CLAIM!”DING![Congratulations! You have received the Sword God Inheritance (MAX)][Congratulations! You have received the 3-Domineering System (MAX)][Congratulations! You have received the One Fruit: Supreme Resurrection System]Eyes wide and heart pounding, Jessie grins with uncontrollable joy.“System, I love you so much! You’re the best! Hahaha!”With unimaginable power now coursing through him, Jessie sets his sights on rewriting destiny—starting with saving Uta, and eventually challenging the very balance of the seas!

“It’s true… So why does no one believe me?”Sometimes, I play small pranks, but they’re really just small ones.I’m not the mastermind at all.

Mutations occurred around the whole world and soon, a demonic apocalypse befell.

In order to defend against demonic beings, humans swiftly entered a globalized digital age. Everyone would be able to choose between a fighting or a supporting job through awakening once they reached the age of 18. These people would get stronger by slaying demonic beings.

Lu Yan had awakened to the weakest job, a Necromancer. However, he had also received a Job Supporting System and was able to reawaken into a hidden job, Lord of the Death.

“Necromancers are so weak that they die in one hit!”

“Man, that dude’s luck is just the worst. He did get a fighting job, but it’s the weakest. What can he do? Summon a few skeletons?”

“Also, aren’t there only like a handful of Necromancers out there? There aren’t a lot of experience or resources for them to inherit. Their future seems bleak.”

“Forget Necromancers! I got the Holy Knight job! Your all-around king is here!”

Not long after that, Lu Yan appeared in a full set of Death Nether Armor while wielding the Death Soul Scythe and leading a 100 thousand-strong death army. With a single swing of his scythe, he split the mythical rank demonic beast in half.

“Necromancers are weak? What does that have to do with me, the Lord of the Death?”

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?