Godly Student - Chapter 118: Probing

He died in a tunnel and woke up in hell. And now He's got a system that wants him to become Death itself.Stephen King is a depressed, overlooked graphic designer with no future, no friends, and no purpose. That is… until a bus crash sends him into the afterlife, where he meets Lucidas - the Hollow Architect, a half-skeletal god of death who offers him a second chance at life.But there’s a catch.To return to the human world, Stephen must join the Death God King Tournament.... a deadly competition between 100 chosen humans, each gifted powers by a different Death God. The prize? Ultimate power, immortality, and the throne of the next King of Death.Back in the world of the living...now armed with the Soul-Reaper System, a spectral weapon, and missions to reap the dead ....Stephen must fight corrupted spirits, rival Reaper Candidates, and his own fading humanity to survive.He was invisible in life. Forgotten by everyone.Now? He’s Death’s chosen, and the whole world will know his name.......Dark fantasy, system power-ups, spirit battles, PvP tournaments, and a loner MC's rise from nothing to godhood — if you love Solo Leveling, Necromancer System, or Reaper-verse stories, this is for you.Warning: The reason why this is R17 is because of Gore. The story might be slow. during the first 10 chapters, but they are not boring either. The reason is because these are the first world building chapters.Harem?[It might be there so dive in and find out]Overpowered MC[ he doesn't begin overpowered, but he's power grows overtime, as levels up and battles enemies][1-2 chapters daily until this book gets contracted. I guarantee you that the number of daily uploads will surge]Support me with powerstones and golden tickets for extra chapters.Motivate me, and please cheer me up.

ROMANCE! APOCALYPSE! DRAMA LOVING GOD! REBIRTH!The hospital lights buzzed faintly above her, the edges of her vision already blurring into white. Blood pooled in her lungs. No family. No friends. Just the relentless beeping of a monitor counting down her last seconds. Rosalie stared at the sterile ceiling, tears sliding sideways across her temple.“I didn’t even get to do anything.” She whispered. “No love. No one will remember I was here. If anyone’s out there… God, fate, whatever you are, hear me. Let me live again. Somewhere. Anywhere. Let me matter.”When she woke up again, she wasn’t Rosalie anymore. She was Mei Shen, a forgotten noblewoman trapped in a story of cold nights and cruel tyrant hands. One night. No promises. A pregnancy with a tyrant's child. She ran. Hid. Escaped fate’s cruel grip.But less than a month later everything changed.“Subject detected. Lianwei Voss has entered your proximity. Obsession level: 85% - critical. Imminent event : Apocalypse countdown initiated -time remaining: Unknown. New genre unlocked: Dark romance -Obsession + villainous devotion activated.”The game had changed. The rules were gone.“You broke the script. But you will never break me.”God whispered in her ear.The child she carried was a weapon, her vengeance a fire. And somewhere in the darkness, the emperor’s obsession burned hotter than ever.One night, beneath the empire’s broken skyline, she found a stranger, broken, bleeding, unknown. She saved him. Not knowing she was cradling her own nightmare.

Not everyone wants to live a life filled with fame, riches, glory, and honor. Some, just want the easy life. To live a life that simply plays itself over and over, with a hint of spice here and there.

When he was five years old, Xiao Yihan swaggered into Jiang Wei’s room, hugging his little quilt: “Jiang Xiaowei, there’s no one at my home. My dad doesn’t feel assured leaving me alone and told me to come over and sleep at your place.”Jiang Wei stared at him with her wet, round eyes: “If you sleep here, where will I sleep?”Xiao Yihan patted the spot next to him on the bed and said with a serious little adult-like expression: “Here. After all, I’m going to marry you sooner or later. Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility!”Jiang Wei: “……”What kind of responsibility could a little kid who only plays in the mud take?A story with a bit of sweetness about a cold, aloof dance major girl versus a mischievous medical school heartthrob guy.