CAT WARLOCK: This Darklord Feasts Upon Horror - Chapter 156: Wraith Eats Psychic

He wants indoor plumbing. They think he’s conquering the world.Arthur was a genius engineer on Earth, capable of optimizing global logistics and automating entire factories. But he lacked one thing: common sense. Now, reincarnated as Arthur von Pendelton, the six-year-old son of a powerful Duke in a medieval fantasy world, he faces his greatest challenge yet: Drafts.Armed with the T.E.C.H. Interface (Trans-Epochal Construction Heuristic), Arthur can analyze magic like code and build modern technology from scratch. His goals are simple: Double-glazed windows, hot showers, and a toaster that doesn't burn the bread.But there is a problem. The people of this world don't understand engineering.He builds a high-pressure boiler for a bath; his father thinks it’s a “Dragon-Breath Siege Weapon.”He creates a hydroponic garden; the local church declares him the God of Harvest.He ignores a Princess's flirting to analyze the thread count of her dress; she thinks he is playing “hard to get.”Follow Arthur as he accidentally industrializes a kingdom, terrifies his enemies with home appliances, and remains completely oblivious to the fact that he is becoming the most powerful man in history.All he wanted was a warm bath.

On the Star Network there is a gourmet food broadcast, where all you can see are a pair of hands. However each dish that this broadcast comes out with is earthshakingly delicious. What’s more, the broadcast anchor’s voice is simply perfect!

With the broadcast’s rising popularity, several food programs extended him an olive branch. When the anchor appeared on screen, as they suspected, he is handsome enough to incur the wrath of both men and gods! The fans licked their screens with increasing frenzy, but after licking a while, they discovered…

Fans:…Wait a minute, isn’t this our fatally-ill idol who hasn’t long to live?

Small Gong: Take these damned nutrient solutions and throw them away! And get me that broadcast anchor!

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Leo awakens in a world he doesn’t recognize, with no memory of who he is or why he’s there. All he knows is that survival isn’t just a necessity—it’s his only chance to uncover the truth.Thrown into a brutal test for assassins on a hostile alien planet, Leo quickly discovers an extraordinary instinct for combat and evasion—abilities that feel second nature, yet remain a mystery even to him.But as the blood-soaked trials unfold, whispers of his lineage begin to surface. In a universe where gods are eternal and invincible, Leo carries the blood of the one being who defied that rule: the Timeless Assassin, a legend feared by mortals and deities alike.Now, hunted for what he represents and burdened by a legacy he can’t yet comprehend, Leo must forge his path through a deadly labyrinth of enemies, alliances, and cosmic conspiracies—all while piecing together the fragments of his forgotten past.For in the shadows of his fractured identity lies a truth that could shake the heavens themselves.

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]