God of Crime - Chapter 122 - Divergent #2

He is a young man without a spirit root. It is believed that this denies him the chance at cultivation. However, a mysterious lady imparts a Supreme Demon Classic to him and from then on, he starts his path of cultivation.
He undergoes a total transformation to emerge as the most fearsome and powerful fiendish demon in his era, that even immortals and fiends are fearful of him, and saints are at his beck and call.
Mastering the Supreme Demon Classic is the turning point in his life. He is able to unleash his immense and divine power from within, illuminating the entire universe!

It was a dangerous era. Extraterritorial ferocious beasts occupied 90% of the living space in the world, while humans could only survive in a small space. Fortunately, some of the surviving humans awakened to genetic martial arts! Breaking the shackles of one’s genetics was the foundation of cultivating martial arts. Lin Feng, who was born with congenital disease, could not experience a breakthrough. However, by some fateful encounter, he awakened to the ability to merge genes.

One day when she was thirteen years old, while chewing bread as a snack, Dalia Pesteros suddenly remembered her past life. This is an impoverished otome game world where the main characters go crazy, and she was born as the sister of the worst villain in the future!

There is no solution at this rate. The family will be exterminated, and I will be thrown away. So, no matter what, I must get out of this family as soon as possible!

‘Now that it’s like this, I need to lower their guard and run away.’

In order to get rid of the relatives who aim for the family and the sly emperor, it’s better to be in good favor with my brother-

“I want to dance with Dalia. What’s the problem?”

“I’m sorry, but my sister is shy.”

“Dalia said I was her favorite!”

Somehow, it’s not only my brother that I tamed, but all the strongest characters in this world are obsessed with me!

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?