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.
You've Benefited Me
He was lying on the blanket watching the ceiling. He couldn't help smiling involuntarily. All the emotions he felt at that moment were mixed together. He wasn't even sure what he should feel.
His past was haunting him. Sometimes it made him angry and sometimes it made him feel calm. He thought about all the things his father had put him through so far. Why had only one good word from this man affected the young man so deeply? Did he secretly desire to gain his appreciation?
He shook his head from side to side and shook off this thought. He didn't need Huan Chao's appreciation. He had not gotten to where he was today because of his appreciation.
He sat up a little and sat on his bed. He had forgotten to ask how his wounds were healing. His body felt quite fit.
He saw his bent sword. His father must have brought it with him. Next to the sword were the daggers he had taken from the youth he had killed.
He wanted to lie back on his bed and go to sleep, but all sleep was gone. So he picked up his sword and tried to straighten the places that were still crooked.
"I need a new sword."
Just then he saw a light outside. He went to the window to see what it was. At the same time he began to hear voices. It was probably past midnight.
He felt uneasy when he saw a few torches coming his way. He soon realized that the voices he heard were angry shouts and the approaching lights were a large crowd. They were rushing towards their house.
At that moment, Huan Wei remembered the two guys who had fled the fight. "Bastards..." he said to himself. He put the daggers on his belt and picked up the sword. "They ditched us to save themselves."
Huan Wei hurried to the kitchen. Huan Chao was still silently looking at the painting. He had not touched the bottle of liquor in front of him.
"Father, get ready." Huan Wei called out to him as he checked the door. "They are coming to kill us."
Why hadn't he thought of that? The feelings he had just felt had prevented him from thinking rationally. He had believed that those fleeing the fight would remain silent.
Huan Chao did not react. Huan Wei turned to him once more. "Father! I'm talking to you! Get up!"
The man didn't seem to hear him. He was so focused on the painting. When Huan Wei came closer to nudge him, he saw the shine in the man's eyes. Was Huan Chao crying?
"Father..."
People arrived at their door and started banging on it. Their angry shouts filled the whole house.
"You killed my son!"
"You're murderers of our children!"
"We'll kill you both!"
"Murderers!"
Huan Wei continued to stare at his father. His eyes shifted to the painting for a moment. That's when he realized what was happening.
It was a picture of his mother. Huan Yanmei... The woman who gave her life giving birth to him, the woman he had never known, the woman whose scent he could not smell.
It was then that Huan Wei realized the reason for his years of torture. He felt the pain in the heart of Huan Chao, the drunkard.
One of the windows broke and a torch fell inside. Huan Wei rushed over and picked it up. But several more torches were thrown at the same time. Within seconds, many parts of the house were on fire.
Huan Wei put one arm over his mouth and nose. "Father! We have to get out! Get up, you idiot!"
Huan Chao was still unresponsive when a torch fell on the table in front of him. It was burning just a few feet away, but he continued to look at the picture. There were no flowing tears in his filled eyes. He just watched the painting.
Huan Wei tried to pull him away, but he couldn't move. Many parts of the kitchen were on fire. The young man's room was in flames. The angry shouts never stopped.
"What's going on here!? Get them all!"
Huan Wei heard the guards. They were trying to contain the crowd. Yet the bereaved families refused to suffer in silence. First and foremost Huan Kong, whose son had been slandered and executed.
Huan Kong threw a large barrel through the window of the house. It hit the ground and shattered, and the alcohol from the barrel ignited everything. Huan Wei stepped back and shielded himself from the flames. He also knocked over the table and pushed it away from Huan Chao.
"Have you lost your mind, idiot!?" Huan Wei punched him. He felt like he had hit a wall. Huan Chao continued not to react.
The young man saw alcohol being thrown through the windows. It was as if the townspeople wanted to kill the drunkard Huan Chao with alcohol. The whole house was in flames.
"They're burning down the house you bought with my mom. Do you realize that?"
At that moment, Huan Chao felt a pain in his heart. He looked around as he raised his hand and brought it to his chest. When his eyes fell on his son, who was trying to stay away from the flames, he stood up, taking the picture in his hand.
"Ghost Fist." His fist extended towards the back wall of the house, opening wide cracks in the wall. The drunkard got there and smashed the wall with one punch.
"Finally!"
His father went outside and Huan Wei followed him. They went out into the backyard. Their time in this town was over. There was no point in living here if angry people attacked their house in the middle of the night.
Huan Chao started running. Huan Wei was after him. At that moment, a few people who saw them started to come after them, shouting, "They're running away!"
Their house was on the east side of town. Huan Chao seemed to be trying to get out of town first. The drunken man suddenly stopped and extended his fist backwards. "Ghost Fist!"
Many of their pursuers were knocked back by the blow, but one man dodged the attack. Huan Kong ran towards them, anger burning in his heart.
The chase continued until they were far from the town. As they entered the forest, Huan Kong flew over them and landed in front of them.
"Is it that easy, Chao?" he said angrily. "Ruin everyone's lives and run away. Your lies were one of the reasons my son died."
The Drunk Chao looked at him. "Yes, they were. And I don't regret it. I'm glad I lied. I would do it again. Your son should never have gotten in over his head."
Huan Wei had also drawn his sword. They were surrounded by trees. He didn't know what kind of fighting style Huan Kong had. He hoped the location would not disadvantage them.
"Ghost Fist!" Huan Chao extended his fist.
"Stone Pillar!" Huan Kong stomped his foot on the ground. A stone pillar that appeared right in front of him met Huan Chao's blow and cracked but did not break.
Huan Chao's brows furrowed. "They said you were crying in your room. But you practiced technique."
Huan Wei was thinking about what he could do in this battle. It was bad for him that Huan Kong had chosen the Earth Element. He couldn't damage the pillars with his sword. The sword wasn't in very good condition anyway.
Huan Chao started running towards him. Huan Kong pulled both his palms back and hit the pillar hard. A piece of broken stone flew straight at Huan Chao. The drunken man raised his arms and defended himself. But the stone that struck him also knocked him back as it shattered.
"I will crush you to death, Huan Chao. Little by little. I will crush you until you realize the weight you have placed on me in this world."
Huan Wei stepped aside as Huan Chao tried to stand up. He moved behind the trees. It would be foolish to attack directly, so he needed to create a favorable opportunity.
"Don't try to hide, child. You won't get out of here." Huan Kong extended his palm towards Huan Wei's hiding place. A stone palm attack, formed from his Earth Qi, struck the tree and cracked it. Huan Wei was immediately displaced.
Huan Kong used the stone palm attack a few more times. Huan Wei kept moving. Every tree he hit at long range cracked. It was not hard to see that they would break on his second attack.
Huan Chao picked up a rock and threw it at Huan Kong. He had used the full strength of Stonebody. But Huan Kong pulled his head back and headbutted the rock that flew at him. The rock shattered into dozens of pieces and scattered around.
"Stones can't hurt me anymore, Chao. I understand the Qi flowing in it, I have become the stone itself."
Huan Chao clenched his fists as Huan Wei tried to sneak away.
"You're a fool, Kong idiot," he said. "You sent Manchu after me. After 14 years of not fighting, you made me fight a serious battle. Now you come here and fight me. You never thought it would help me, did you?"
Feeling the power radiating from his father, Huan Wei realized that he was even stronger than before. Had his father, who was at the first step of the Path of the Earth, surpassed that stage? Huan Chao was now on the second step of the Path of the Earth!