Ultimate Thief: Miss Wasteland Seven - Chapter 575: Going Home (3)

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

“I am humanity's last hope, torn by demons. The burden rests on me alone.”The sky drop in 2030. Black and white meteorites landed on Earth and set off forces not ready for human experience.The black stones brought corrupt practices and horrible mutations. Though at what expense the white stones provided gifts and comfort?The earth sank. Older borders disappeared. Once considered legends, creatures reappeared, and the first portals to hell opened in metropolitan areas.Among this anarchy, one power emerged singularly : The World Government.Though behind its words was total control, it promised peace and rebuilding.Born in this new order as a holy branch of the government under the charismatic man Klein Illias Seraphiel, the New Church emerged.Alleged Pope, praised as a prophet, but secretly known as a demon.Only one man stood against this new order : Kang Soo Jin.A rebel, falsely accused of many crimes he never committed. Captured, tortured, and executed.But before dying, he swore to return.Since then, rumors have spread. Kang Soo Jin will return, and it will not be for forgiveness.__________________________________________→ Tags :#Transmigration#R18 [ Violence – Gore – Dark Fantasy – Explicit...]#Overpowered#Tragedy#Post-Apocalyptic#Thriller#Mysterie

He was a simple man in his past life – a masseuse, not a hero. His hands were trained to heal pain, not cause it. But when fate dragged him into another world, those same hands became the only thing keeping him alive.Unlike the chosen ones who gain holy blessings or unrivaled power, he has nothing but skill, wit, and stubbornness. He doesn’t seek glory, nor does he dream of leaving his name in history.But the world has other plans.A kingdom built on lies. Families fighting for power in the shadows. Betrayals hidden behind smiles. And he? He’s caught in the middle, forced to navigate schemes that could devour him whole.He isn’t the strongest. He isn’t the bravest. But sometimes, the man who doesn’t want the spotlight… is the one who survives it.________I get this alot so I'm going to clarify:This is not a smut novel, there will be romantic scenes but not as pronounced.

“Failed writer. Failed hunter. Failed at life.”Aiden Jus had heard it all before. At twenty-eight, he was a walking reminder of what happened when you failed your mana awakening and spent thirteen years chasing a dream that would never come true. No powers. No future. Just a cramped flat in the UK and a lifetime of rejection letters from publishers who never bothered to read past the first page.But the day Aiden decided to give up on writing—the day he was ready to finally accept a soul-crushing desk job at an editing firm—everything changed.*[You have been chosen by Nabu, God of Literacy and Scribes]**[Skill Acquired: Narrative Embodiment (Divine-Rank)]*The ancient Mesopotamian deity offered Aiden something unprecedented: the power to physically enter any story he writes and gain real abilities from the fictional worlds he creates.*[You have mastered Celestial Blade Art - Skill permanently acquired]**[You have learned Tier-9 Spell: Void Severance - Spell permanently acquired]*Every sword technique mastered, every spell learned, every power gained inside his stories becomes permanently his in the real world. But so does every death trap, overpowered villain, and narrative cruelty he carelessly wrote in moments of frustration.Suddenly, Aiden isn't just a failed writer anymore. While other awakened humans rely on mana cores and dungeon raids, Aiden's strength comes from the worlds born from his imagination—a power that operates outside the traditional hunter system entirely.As rival gods compete for powerful human contractors and ancient ruins promise unimaginable treasures, Aiden must survive the deadly fictional universes he created while building his reputation in a society that once dismissed him as worthless.**From the typewriter to the battlefield, Aiden Jus will prove that the pen truly is mightier than the sword—as long as you're willing to live through every word you write.**