Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System - Chapter 8 - 0: Comparing herself with a Bull

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION][HOST HAS UNLOCKED: SOVEREIGNTY OF GLUTTONY][HOST HAS UNLOCKED: SOVEREIGNTY OF REPLICATION][HOST HAS UNLOCKED: SOVEREIGNTY OF ETERNAL][HOST HAS UNLOCKED: SOVEREIGNTY OF UNBROKEN][INTEGRATION: 4/49 FRAGMENTS COLLECTED]WARNING: DIMENSIONAL BARRIERS DETERIORATINGBrett Lenhart was a modern man who lost his life to a stupid distraction—looking at the wrong thing at the wrong time.He wakes in a deal struck with a goddess whose divine beauty masks dangerous intentions. Now he's Kyrie Shaw, the unwilling avatar of a fragmented god, thrust into a world built on steam, brass, and ambition where Victorian empires clash across dimensional borders.Here, mental power separates the worthy from the worthless. Prophets manipulate futures in oligarchic courts. Warriors prove strength through psionic combat in meritocratic empires. Technocrats hide world-breaking science behind industrial smoke. And in the ruins of a war-torn realm, beast-kin survivors fight against monsters born from despair itself.Kyrie must navigate this maze of political games and dimensional intrigue, guided only by a system whispering in his mind and the fragments of a shattered god calling to him across reality. But there's a cost he didn't foresee: with each fragment collected, with each surge of power gained, the barriers holding the dimensions apart crack further.He has no choice but to evolve. To consume. To devour. This is the curse of hosting the essence of Gluttony—the hunger that never ends, the power that never satisfies.Caught between nations surging to war, Kyrie becomes both scapegoat and savior. But the political squabbles of mortals pale before the true threat stirring in the cracks between worlds.The Nether Realm—a dimension of entities born from humanity's pain, rage, and despair—hungers to return everything to nothingness. As reality fractures and monsters pour through the widening breaches, Kyrie must stand as the final defense. Or is it the first line? The distinction hardly matters when existence itself hangs in the balance.To survive, he must reclaim the fragments. To protect those he's grown to care for, he must master powers that threaten to erase who he was. To save a world on the brink of collapse, he must become the very thing he feared the most. A god with nothing left to hold onto.But Brett Lenhart refuses to disappear without a fight. And the bonds he forges with the women around him, the steamy nights they spend together and the love of everyone he knows might be the only anchors keeping his humanity intact.This is the story of a man forced to devour divinity piece by piece, surrounded by women drawn to the power he's becoming and the person he's desperately trying to remain.Every fragment brings him closer to godhood. Every bond pulls him back toward mortality.In the end, only one question matters: When the last fragment slots into place and the final seal breaks, will Brett Lenhart still exist to face what comes through—or will only Kyrie, the Gluttonous God Remain.------I Adapt,. I Consume. To Transcend.Additional Tags:‎#Comedy‎#Academy#Steampunk#Gods#Beastkin#DarkFantasy#SlowBurn#Worldbuilding#Level up#StudentLife#Victorian Era#Mature#PowerCouples#Tragedy#PlotTwists#Suspense#EndOfTheWorld#ImmersiveWorldExplore this World and Have a Great Time.

One night, a premeditated entanglement.She seduced him and claimed him as her own.After a year of entanglement, she still could not compete with his destined one.After the divorce, Sheng Youxia offered a high price for a child.Requirements: supermodel legs, a strong waist, 180cm height, 180mm, 180 minutes, rejecting those who are only appealing in appearance but useless otherwise.Fu Shilü saw the advertisement posted by his ex-wife and ultimately couldn't hold back, sending her a message.“All your requirements are based on me, right? Just say you can't let go of me.”Sheng Youxia responds with a cold laugh: “Cured? Send me the test results.”

Aurora Waters was overwhelmed with despair when she faced the truth about her family.She had been born into a family of villains.Even worse, her family had an unhealthy obsession with faking their identities.They took “Fake it till you make it” so seriously that it usually ended with them getting killed!Her oldest brother pretended to be a CEO just to mess with the female lead, but that backfired when the male lead showed up and threw him out.Her second brother? He was an obsessive lover who pretended to be a wealthy second-generation heir—until the real heir ended his life.Her third sister? She faked being an heiress to manipulate the second male lead but ended up being killed by him.Her fourth sister? She faked an illness to attract the third male lead’s attention, only to die from a real one.Her mother? She put on a facade of being a kind and loving mom but ultimately met her end at the hands of the male lead.Her father? He pretended to be a powerful tycoon but lost his job and was drowned by the second male lead.And Aurora? She planned to impersonate the daughter of the richest man alive, but if things went the way they always did in her family, she’d probably meet her end by accidentally falling down the stairs.However, there was one glimmer of hope in this nightmare: she had a 100% rebate system that rewarded her for spending money on her family![Beep! You bought an eraser worth 1 dollar for your eldest brother! 2 dollars have been credited to your bank account!][Beep! You bought a candy worth 1 dollar for your second brother! 2 dollars have been credited to your bank account!]Aurora’s eyes sparkled as an idea took shape. She began spending on her family like crazy to rake in cash.She even wished her family were greedier so she could earn more! Just as she was brainstorming new ways to splurge on her family, she unexpectedly ran into her childhood crush.[Beep! You gave a bun worth 20 dollars to your childhood crush! 100 dollars has been credited to your bank account!]Aurora: …! That’s walking money!

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”