Death After Death - Chapter 224: A Painful Eternity

[Warning: Mature Smut Content!]Having incredible powers, diving into dungeons to hunt monsters, and being celebrated as an idol worshiped by countless people—that’s what it means to be a Hunter. Becoming one is the ultimate dream of all people. But not everyone can achieve it, because the first requirement is awakening.Adam, a student at the world’s most prestigious Hunter Academy, failed. Powerless, he became the only ordinary person among them, mocked and bullied without end.Home was no better. His stepmother and stepsisters treated him as less than garbage. Adam’s life was nothing but hell with no escape. Until one day, as his stepsister trampled him, something inside finally awoke.He unlocked a forbidden power: the ability to stop time, along with a perverse System that had only one purpose—Revenge.From that day on, everything changed. One by one, he punished those who tormented him, bent them to his will, and began building a guild of beautiful women who submitted to him.This is the rise of Adam, the Depraved Time Lord.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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I used a cheat to devise a character in a game. Upon regaining consciousness after pressing the play button, I discovered myself embodying the character I had crafted, the ‘Priest of Corruption.’ This character was intentionally created with unfavourable statistics and is widely detested! The sole item in my inventory was the withered hand of a woman, yet could it possibly be the hand of a goddess?

I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple.

When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,”

And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?”

…. That monstrous duke had adopted me.