Corrupt God of Path of the Blood
I have revised the fiction and started writing it as a new novel. Those who want to read it can find it by typing Corrupt Cultivation System. This book will not continue. ------- Even the gods could fall. Corrupt One, one of the most powerful gods in the Dimension of the Gods, had the power of hundreds of thousands of believers with the "Blood of Darkness and Fire" Technique he had created. But the jealousy of the other gods united them all against one god, Corrupt One. This battle even caused rifts in the Dimension of the Gods. Realized he could not win, Corrupt One used the power of the believers to resurrect himself in a new body, but this came at a price. He failed to take his memory with himself and was cursed by the shattered part of his soul. Now his soul is condemned to a cruel life. He is still the same person, even if he is unaware of the power he once had. He did manage to bring one thing with him, though. The Corrupt Seal... Will he be able to bring the soul he carries inside him back to its deserved place? Or will the obstacles in his path put him back to the beginning? The story of a young man born from the dead. Only the darkest hearts can become one with demons. --- Author: The protagonist of this story is a young man who has grown up with various psychological problems and traumas. He knows he is weak, but instead of sitting and crying, he uses his intelligence to get what he wants. Of course it will be strong. Even very powerful. But there is a time for everything. The MC receives power not as a gift from heaven, but as a result of his own efforts. He often makes plans that require him to do many things to achieve them. He does not wait for fate to be kind to him. He takes from it what he needs. MC is not a psychopath who kills everyone he sees. However, he is not afraid to kill whoever he needs to in order to guarantee his job. He doesn't care how many deaths are on the way to his goal. At first, the MC may be scared, he may throw tantrums because of what he is going through in his inner world. He is not a robotic MC, completely removed from humanity. He has feelings. He has to deal with psychological problems and fights the stains they leave on his soul. He learns and grows stronger with time. MC is manipulative. The world expands as the story progresses. Not everything is revealed to the reader at the beginning. It is discovered together with the MC. The huge world contains many supernatural creatures, regions, techniques, places and more. If you want to read an MC who is morally corrupt, has psychological problems, cares about his own self-interest, conspires, plans, manipulates people, hides his power when he is strong and reveals it when necessary, you are in the right place. There may be some grammatical mistakes that are not big enough to affect the reading pleasure. It is updated every day.
A Father's Shadow
"The darkness will devour you too. You are no different from us. You will become one of us."
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Another week had passed. Huan Wei could now walk on his own. He took his clothes and headed home. He couldn't stay with Old Zihao forever.
Every street he walked down, everyone stared at him. The low profile seemed to have turned to dust. Especially being ripped open by Yuchi Meizhen and thrown off a cliff had made him a celebrity.
He wondered how his father would react. Old Zihao had told him that Huan Chao had visited him once. Only when Huan Wei was unconscious. He never came after that. He probably checked to see if he was dead. When he found out that he would live, he was unlucky and left.
Finally he made it to his house. When he opened the door and walked in, he saw the usual scene. Huan Chao was sitting at the table drinking. Hadn't this guy run out of money yet? Was he extorting someone or something?
"Why aren't you dead?"
Huan Wei was stunned by the first question he heard as soon as he entered. He had never thought of such an introduction. Huan Chao was looking at him with a frown. He seemed genuinely disturbed that the boy was still alive.
"Thank you for the nice welcome," he said. "I'm sorry my wounds are not heavy enough to make you happy."
This time he saw a different depth in his father's eyes. It was as if there was another meaning in his gaze. "Why aren't you dead, Wei?"
A few seconds passed between them, surrounded by silence. The young man looked his father up and down. "I won't die, father. No matter how much you want to see me dead, I will always be alive. I won't die until I bury you."
They looked at each other in silence for a while longer. Then Huan Chao went back to drinking. The young man went to the bathroom and washed his face and hands. The shards of broken glass were still on the floor. Huan Wei had been away for more than two weeks. And yet the drunkard hadn't gotten up to tidy up.
The young man went to his own room and lay down on the blanket. The house was just as he had left it two weeks ago. Nothing had moved an inch.
He thought as he watched the ceiling. Was he really going to stay in the house for a month? He couldn't improve his sword skills because of his wounds. He didn't want to open his stitches.
"Am I just going to lie around?" he thought. He couldn't do anything about it. If he could meditate he could use this time to improve, but he couldn't. He cursed his hungry soul again.
This life he was living was no life at all. If he had been able to cultivate normally, he would have already reached the peak of the Explorer stage. Now he was dying in the middle of the Traveler stage.
As he closed his eyes to get some sleep, he heard a knock on the door. Someone must have been outside. Perhaps it was Huan Fu's supply delivery?
"Wei! Get the door!" Huan Chao shouted, but this time the young man had no intention of getting up. He was exhausted from walking all the way from Old Zihao's place.
"Get the door!" His father shouted again. "Don't bring me there!"
"Why don't you get the door if you're coming here? It's closer to you!"
Huan Wei stood up with difficulty. His chest still hurt. Fortunately, his leg was no longer hurting. Grumbling, he left his room and went to the door. He didn't want to provoke Huan Chao for a while. Besides, if it was food aid, his father might say something silly and send him back.
He gave Huan Chao a dirty look and opened the door. Three men he didn't recognize were standing there. They did not have any food in their hands.
He looked at the old man standing in the middle. Then the two people next to him. They had come armed. "Do you want something?"
The old man looked at him with disgust. "'Take him."
On receiving the order, one of the men grabbed the young man by the arm and started pulling him. Huan Wei didn't understand what was happening. "Stop, what are you doing!?"
Huan Chao smashed the bottle in his hand hard on the table and got up from his seat. He gave the man holding Huan Wei a hard shove and pulled the young man towards the house.
"Huan Chao..." The old man spoke. "My grandson was executed because of your son. We all know he slandered him. Stand back. We're here to bring him to the end he deserves. Don't worry, we'll pay you whatever it costs."
Huan Wei realized that these were Huan Hong's family. Did they really not know he was under Huan Fu's protection? Or had they come in spite of him?
Huan Chao turned his head and looked at Huan Wei. He swallowed and looked at his father. Now he was fucked. This man was going to sell him.
Huan Chao turned to the old man again. "What did you say your name was?"
"Huan D-"
"I don't give a fuck. Get the fuck off my street."
His father turned toward Huan Wei and grabbed him by the arm and pushed him into the house. The young man's feet got tangled and he fell to the ground. An excruciating pain shot through his chest. "Damn it, you idiot! Be careful!"
He was holding his chest with one hand. He checked to see if the stitches were torn. There was no blood on the bandage. He was a little relieved to see that.
The old man spoke again. "Huan Chao, the whole town knows you hate this boy. Now you feel like being a father? Give the boy to us and we'll give you free drinks every day."
Huan Chao didn't even look at him. "I guess you don't have good hearing. What part of fuck you didn't understand?"
"We'll take him by force if we have to, you drunken asshole. I've been trying to reason with you, but you've lost that chance. Either you give us the kid or we'll take him ourselves."
The old man's face turned ugly. The men he had brought with him also put their hands to their swords. Huan Wei was getting scared. If they took him, they would surely kill him. His only protection was his father. Really? Huan Chao was the only person he could trust in such a situation? Take refuge in his father's shadow? He couldn't remember a time in his life when he had felt more humiliated.
Huan Wei got up from the floor. He stepped back, holding his chest with one hand. His father silently turned his face towards the three men. Other people on the street were watching them.
"You're going to take it by force?" he said as he clenched his fists.
"Don't be stupid, Huan Chao. The only thing you've been punching for the last 14 years is your own child. Don't get yourself killed for nothing. Give us the child."
Huan Chao started walking towards him. The old man's bodyguards rushed in front of him and drew their swords.
"Stand back, Huan Chao," one of them said. The disheveled-haired man seemed unwilling to stop.
One of the swordsmen was the first to attack. He suddenly stabbed his sword into Huan Chao's belly. Despite the hard flesh, the metal was buried a few fingers deep.
Huan Chao grabbed the sword with his bare hand and pulled it out of his own body. Then he punched it on its flat side. The sword was bent. To the point that it was unusable.
The potbellied man grabbed him by the collar, pulled him towards himself and hit him in the mouth. The man spun around and fell to the ground, a few teeth sticking out, accompanied by blood. Huan Hong's family was not rich. He could not bring in very powerful people.
As the old man took a step back, his other bodyguard attacked. Huan Chao tried to dodge to the side, but he was really out of shape. He received a not very deep cut on his torso. He reached out to grab and bent this sword too, but this time the man was faster. He immediately drew his weapon back.
Huan Chao started running towards him. He was a bit hard to run with his big body. So was stopping him.
The man with the sword stepped aside and made another cut in his stomach, spilling his blood on the street. But in doing so, he left the old man alone.
Huan Chao grabbed the old man and put his arm around his neck. "Tell him to drop his weapon. Or I will break your neck."
The old man did not expect this. Of course, his old bones couldn't withstand Huan Chao's Tier 2 Body Tempering power. He signaled his bodyguard to stop. The man also stopped attacking. People had gathered there. The man who had been punched first lay unconscious on the ground. Huan Wei watched in amazement from inside the house.
Huan Chao signaled the bodyguard to come closer. Instead of approaching, the man sheathed his weapon and ran away. The old man shouted in fear, "Hey, come back!" but he didn't stop. He disappeared into the crowd.
"Well, you senile bastard, what should I do to you?" Huan Chao squeezed his neck a little tighter.
"Wait! Are you going to kill me? In front of all these people. Everyone knows about the filth your son did! You've earned enough hatred, Huan Chao. Nothing more!" He tried to save himself, but he couldn't. "If you hurt me, all my friends will finish you and your son."
"Fuck your friends and fuck you."
Huan Chao pushed the old man to the ground and sat on top of him and started punching him. The first punch broke his nose. The second one broke his teeth. By the third, his face was covered in blood.
At that moment, the town guards came out of the crowd. "Huan Chao! Get back!"
They took him by the arms and lifted him off the old man. Before Huan Chao could move away, he kicked him. Blood spurted from the old man's mouth and soaked his clothes.
One of the guards checked the man's pulse. Then he turned to the crowd. "Get a physician now!"
He was trying to keep the old man conscious. Huan Chao was still angrily trying to attack him. A few more guards came to stop him. So they took one man away, five of them holding him. Everyone looked at Huan Chao and the man on the ground.
Huan Chao was also an introvert. He had no friends. He had cut ties with all of them. People thought he was only violent towards his son. But what they saw here changed their minds. Huan Chao didn't even hesitate to kill people. If he had thrown one more punch, the old man would be dead by now. The man he had knocked out with one punch was still lying on the floor.
Huan Wei immediately closed the door and leaned back against it. He was taking deep breaths. What the hell was going on here? What was going on? The situation had gone against all plans. Things he had never imagined were happening.
Was Huan Chao going to kill for him?
The young man locked the door. Even when he went to his own room, he could hear the crowd outside. People were shouting frantically, trying to keep the old man alive.
He waited excitedly, saying nothing. His heartbeat was hurting the wound in his chest. His left palm was itching again. He scratched his hand while looking out the window. Involuntarily he picked up a piece of wood. Now that they had come to his house to kill him, things were getting out of hand.