Beastmaster of the Ages - Chapter 4117 - I’m Your Ancestor

Jin Watanabe, a renowned genius programmer, died from overworking on the latest project that his clients had piled on him.Instead of the peaceful eternal rest he had hoped for, he opened his eyes in a fantasy world—only to realize he had been reincarnated into the frail body of a sickly boy who was already on the verge of death.“Young Master Jin is trash. Can't even cast a single spell.”“The Raith family's shame.”“He'll be dead within the year anyway. Who cares?”But then, to his surprise, strange words began floating above the teacup beside his bed...[Warning: Lethal Substance Detected][Analyzing...][Identified: Poison][Ultimate Editor system Activated...]Jin stared at the floating strings, then looked around and checked other objects.They called him trash. They tried to kill him. They thought this world belonged to them.They were wrong.Because Jin could see reality as code. And he was about to hack their world..........Join Discord for character arts and more:https://discord.gg/6YrfWD72YQ

In a world where power is marked by glowing runes and monsters bleed through the fabric of reality, **Ryu** is nothing—an orphan with no name, no status, and no hope. Beaten down by nobles who wield their divine-given strength like a whip, he survives on scraps and stubborn defiance.But when a black rift—an anomaly unlike any ever recorded—appears in the dead of night, Ryu faces a choice: die a beggar, or risk everything by stepping into the unknown.Inside, he finds a nightmare. Kolasis, a legendary predator, hunts him through a twisted forest. The rules here are simple: kill or be killed. To survive, Ryu must forge himself into something sharper than the claws of monsters and crueler than the nobles who cast him aside.Yet the rift has its own secrets. The same power that could make him a legend might also break him—if the monsters don’t tear him apart first.

I freed the Slaves, but for some reason, they keep chasing after me.

He fell, but he did not die.At least, not in the way he expected.The world he hated spat him out into another, a place where the sky bleeds, where gods are fractured, and where names weigh heavier than lives.Here, he is someone else.Someone cursed.Someone forgotten.Yet in the ruins of memory and the echo of laughter that was never his, a strange truth coils:that death is not an ending,but a beginning far crueler.A book without pages.A family without love.A body that doesn’t belong to him,and a voice in the dark that whispers of eternity.