Detective On Duty - Chapter 24: Assault

In a world where ferocious monsters and dangerous Gate are an everyday occurrence, only the strongest survive.The weak, as always, are sacrificed for the greater good.Jeremy is one of them. Betrayed, discarded, and condemned to death, he seems destined for certain doom.But fate is always unpredictable, and the choices of some never unfold as expected.“I'm not a monster, I swear,” he said, turning around with a grin. “They are the real monsters.”A wave of disgusted stares hit him from all directions.“Okay, maybe they're not monsters… maybe they're worse,” he added, nodding seriously. “But me? Nah. I'm the exception.”And then it wasn’t just the humans looking at him with disdain.Even the so-called “monsters” behind him were staring in silence, their eyes fixed on him with what could only be described as mild offense—like their master's behavior had somehow embarrassed them.Not that they could—or would—kill him over it. Probably.The novel contains some violent scenes. They are skippable and do not affect the reading experience. However, I feel it's important to mention it.Additionally, the novel will have a sarcastic tone and won't be too serious.#Undead#Necromancer#Summons#Skeleton

Kim Mu-ryeong is the youngest member of a famous exorcist family. He grew up receiving love from his entire family and was considered a genius. The kind that appears once every hundred years. “Mu-ryeong, let me make a request.” After enrolling in high school, Mu-ryeong began to do simple exorcism work. The apartment’s elevator is acting weird. Someone is having constant nightmares. Even things like getting rid of a stalker or acting as a boyfriend. It was more of a problem-solver job than exorcism, But Mu-ryeong, being someone who helped anybody, There was nothing he couldn’t accept. But even for Mu-ryeong, there was one person he avoided… “Ki Hwan-young?” Tall and handsome with a mysterious, intimidating aura, And known for being impolite and having no friends. One day, Ki Hwan-young came to see Mu-ryeong. “My shoulders feel heavy lately.”

America, 1980. No sooner had Xu Yi transmigrated than he was put on the dissection table; then he gradually came to understand the true nature of this world. “Studying medicine can’t exorcise undead demons; I must become an exorcist!” he resolved silently to himself. On a misty, rain-soaked night. “Miss Evil Spirit over there, the night is cold and damp; be careful not to catch a chill! Come over here and warm yourself by the fire!” Xu Yi said, holding a lighter, as the pale gold flame slowly approached the other. The Evil Spirit shrank back, looking at Xu Yi with fear. “Don’t be afraid, I just want to warm you up...” Xu Yi’s face broke into a warm smile, “by setting you on fire!” Ding dong! Ding dong! “Sign-in at the Land of Fear successful, Resurrection Coin awarded!” “Synthesis pathway requirements met, do you wish to combine the following entries?” Psychic + Scholar + Painter = Psychic Painter! Saintly Offspring + Gunfight Technique + Revolver Mastery = Holy Gunslinger! Undead + Revelation + Holy Nation = God!

Euri was quite passionate about wanting to become a perfect corporate slave.But after being forced to explore the sentient game infesting his miniscreen, Euri realized that he had stumbled upon an opportunity anyone on the planet would kill for. While the entire human civilization on Planet Nen struggled to deal with the superior lifeforms plaguing the extraterrestrial planes beyond their world, Euri could compete with them all for power by just playing this game!A side-gig that didn’t conflict with his dream of climbing the corporate ladder—how generous can fortune be to bequeath this opportunity to him.Transcending the spatial laws, transcending human notion of cultivation, transcending the rules of Cosmic Development Bureau, Euri began a series of crazy experiments that could perhaps destroy the millennia-spanning schemes of the most advanced civilizations controlling the macrocosm.When interrogated about this fiasco, Euri answered the way a perfect corporate slave should. “Full credit for this goes to my boss, who provided me with the opportunity...”