MTL - Ace Evolution - Chapter 94 Hong kong

Soul Mechas were forged to punish the Eldritch Monsters that attack this world from Beyond the Glass.But they can only be powered by those who bond with ancient mythical souls from that world.Unfortunately, souls are only attracted to negative emotions: helplessness, anguish, and loss. The deeper and more wronged, the better.However, regardless of the empire's pressure on the people to produce the best Soulbound Warriors and the heavy stigma from his father's curse, Soren remains a happy boy, a dreamer.Until he ends up with the worst soulbond in history after 'The Touching Glass Ceremony.' An F-rank soul. Trash even amongst trash. Even the commoners laughed when his rank was called. Beggars in rags celebrated and claimed to be above him.But was it really the worst soul bond ever?Because, when an Eldritch monster ravages their town and kills all that he loves, Soren finds himself repeating the same day again and again, bathing in unimaginable pain and death that forces him to grow, evolve, and confront questions that plague the empire, his father's mysterious curse, soul rituals, and the Eldritchs' true goals on earth.Each loop leaves him HUNGRIER, stronger...but less human.As the lines between man, soul, and machine blur, Soren must decide the very fate of the world...

“I Possessed the Academy’s Silver-Rank Examiner.”I was on the verge of becoming someone who’d be pushed around by students left and right…◎ [Silver Gatekeeper]“No one can pass without the Gatekeeper’s permission.”I awakened an absurdly overpowered trait.TN: This novel follows a protagonist who becomes a rank examiner, tasked with evaluating students at an academy to determine whether they are worthy of advancing from Bronze to Silver rank. Known as the Silver Gatekeeper, he has the authority to decide which students can progress. As a gatekeeper, he possesses overpowered abilities, making him powerful when fighting on the examination field.

"Your bed is cold," spoke a voice in the room that had her eyes go wide in fear. Nervously, she turned around, gulping softly to see a shadow on her bed as if someone laid down there. The man who had been lying down sat up emerging out from the shadows where he had been waiting for her.

If the gods no longer bestow their mercy, then let us kindle bonfires, carry great swords, become skeletons, or heroes of legend.