Cult of the Sacred Runes - Chapter 138 – Sensitive

Leo died like an idiot and got a second chance in a world that doesn't tolerate idiots. Dropped onto forbidden Oni territory, he's forced into a death hunt where survival should be impossible, but his body adapts through violence, pain, and sheer refusal to stay dead.One brutal victory earns him gold, status, and the attention of Iori, a warrior prodigy who's never tasted defeat. Now, traveling a continent where strength is law and gods play with mortals like pieces on a board.Leo faces a simple question: how strong can you become when dying just makes you harder to kill?

Thea Lynch was seventeen when she injured her ear and temporarily lost her speech. Her parents passed away in a car accident, leaving her and her brother to rely on each other. Later, her brother was transferred for work and left, and she was taken to live at her grandmother's house in Westmere. During this period, her brother entrusted friends to check on her, and the one who visited most frequently was the “Third Brother”—Ian Preston, who was five years older than her.Coronet is over a hundred kilometers away from Westmere, yet he insisted on accompanying her to see doctors, patiently teaching her how to speak, and even appearing at her school gate every evening. He saved all of his gentle caring for her, but everything stopped abruptly before she could muster the courage to confess. Her secret crush was unsuccessful, and a sudden change at home caused her to leave, cutting off all contact with him.When they met again, it was seven years later when she returned home for a matchmaking date and was cornered by him in the restaurant corridor, “That guy downstairs, is he your date? How come after spending several years abroad, your taste has gotten so much worse? With better options around, how can you choose him?”“Who is the better option?” she instinctively asked.Ian Preston: “Me.”[Childhood sweethearts, getting back together, mutual unrequited love]

“Hello, have you ever been in a relationship?”“Of course not.” Tenkuji Yuu shook his head, “I genuinely have never had a girlfriend. If you don’t believe me, ask my system. If anyone has memories of being my girlfriend, I’ll admit defeat, okay?”“Then who are they...?”Yuu turned and saw Yukinoshita Haruno, Yuuki Asuna, Natsukawa Masuzu, Yukinoshita Yukino, and Kasumigaoka Utaha walking towards him, with expressions as if they were ready to confront him.“Yuu-chan, I’ve remembered you just abandoning me at the hotel.”“Yuu-kun, I told you, I won’t forget, I will definitely remember you, and I definitely won’t forgive you!”“Yuu, boyfriends can be ‘Ora Ora’-ed for three pages... are you ready?”“Tenkuji-kun, as long as we haven’t broken up, you and I are still a couple.”“Heroine with amnesia, hero leaves... I don’t like these old-fashioned, stomach-churning plots, Yuu-kun.”“...You guys are weird.”Yuu maintained a calm expression, but inwardly he was panicking and getting ready to run.“System, get out here and explain this to me!”System: [Meow]Author: A Passing Chūnibyō Youth

I once believed life a simple equation: the wealthy thrive, the impoverished endure, the unburdened soar. Yet, even the freest of birds find their wings clipped by unseen cages. In this world, no station offers sanctuary; suffering, an inescapable shadow, finds all. And in its grim embrace, all paths converge upon death.This is not a chronicle of fleeting hope.This is not a legend whispered of redemption.This is the harrowing saga of a man twice shattered by the cruel hand of fate.... crushed, betrayed, mutilated. A soul condemned to an endless cycle of reincarnation, dragged back to a world that refuses to release its grip, only to fall, again and again. Each return a fresh descent into the abyss.But will he forever kneel, a puppet to his torment? Will he remain the naive fool who clung to the illusion of kindness? Or will the fractured remnants of his being coalesce into a force the world has never witnessed? A mastermind forged in the crucible of despair. A monster destined to unravel all, even himself.This is the tale of Veythor: the man who defied the quietude of death.And perhaps… the man who will shatter fate itself.