Martial Cultivator - Chapter 567: Listen, There’s Thunder in the Distance

The boy named Ulysses has longed for the respected profession of priest since he was a child, and has been working hard for this ideal. However, by chance, he became the heir to the Demon King chosen by the “Book of Curses”. After experiencing many setbacks and blows, he is still working hard, trying hard, trying to return to the path of priesthood.

However, there are many powerful enemies in front of him.

Always getting lost, the heroic fiancee of Ulysses is single-minded, Rasha; guarding the “Book of Curses”, the little devil Aya who will do anything to turn him into a demon king; very worried and worried about his own children, the extreme north. Earth’s Ice Phoenix mother; Helen, the strongest weapon girl who can destroy the world for her father.

A witch with very bad magic but excellent swordsmanship, a saint with divine power, a dragon who burns like a flame, a Hydra who loves to mate and love everyone together… Today there are also many brave warriors who are ready to crusade against the Demon King.

In front of these lovely and enthusiastic warriors, can he really become a pure-hearted priest as he wishes?

(In this story of love and justice, the girls who can “tear down” the demon king are all brave)

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In the year 2075, yet another fully immersive VR game New Origin took the world by storm with its unparalleled freedom and virtually limitless play world. This classic yet extraordinary game quickly became a ’second world’ for people, and within just three years, the virtual and real worlds became deeply intertwined. People played New Origin to earn a living, to find freedom, and to escape their hectic everyday lives. Elio started playing for similar reasons. Driven by the eternal flame of an artist, Elio embarked on a journey to experience the true freedom this new endless world had to offer—along with a certain special person. Believing in every creature’s right to freedom, Elio challenged the concepts established in this new world with his companions. Unknowingly, this decision set him on a journey to become the strongest existence in this mysterious otherworld.

Sirens: a name derived from an ancient creature, used to describe those who could charm, lure, control, and heal others by singing.

Subjected to live the life of a siren, Aria had experienced, seen, and heard many horrific things. Broken beyond repair, Aria resigned herself to death, when suddenly…

The Grand Duke, Lloyd Cardence Valentine, arrived and whispered, “Should I kill everyone here?”

“If you need me, just call me. Your song will always reach me, wherever you are.”

In the end, Aria called the devil, bringing death to all those present, along with herself.

“Let’s fall down to hell together.”

And with that, Aria breathed her last and died… only to return to her 10-year-old self.

Now that she had a second chance at her life, Aria was determined to change her fate, as well as the cruel fate of her saviour, Grand Duke Valentine.

And so… Aria proposed to him with a marriage contract.

She sold her soul to the devil and vowed to protect him.

The young duke took the contract from her hand.

“So, where should I stamp the seal?”

* * *

“You said you’d divorce me within 10 years.”

The grown-up villain leaned in, hovering his head before he kissed her tenderly over her crown.

“Now that we’re adults, we should sign another contract.”

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”