MTL - Cultivating In Secret Beside A Demoness - Chapter 636 Is the princess the first genius of the royal family?

Once the ultimate Soldier King and a supreme assassin, empowered by a magical Magic Bracelet, had mastered Cultivation, Medical Skill, X-ray vision, and foreseeing the future… became an omnipotent master of pretense. Come, come, come, watch the omnipotent master of pretense teach you a few tricks of pretense.A demonic man who walked out of a major foreign prison, yet married a cold Queen-like CEO wife, leading a life where “you glare at me with displeasure, and I look at you with disdain.”

After being unemployed for a long time, Feisha Shi finally found a new job – the front desk manager at the oldest hotel in the universe.

This hotel has a fallen angel, vampire, werewolf, faerie, dwarf, titan, invisible person… just no humans.

This hotel serves customers who are fallen angels, vampires, werewolves, faeries, dwarves, titans, invisible people… still no humans.

This hotel’s name?

Noah’s Ark.

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Shaurya, a terminally ill young man from India, breathes his last while chanting Lord Vishnu’s name. But death isn’t the end — it’s his divine beginning.Chosen by Lord Narayan Himself, Shaurya awakens in a mystical cultivation world, reborn with a perfect immortal body and a unique Divine Sect System. In this world where immortals rule and ancient clans dominate, Shaurya stands out — a Hindu soul in a Chinese fantasy realm.While others struggle for years in seclusion to cultivate, Shaurya levels up by completing divine missions — from mantra meditation to purifying evil. Each task earns him Dharma Points, unlocking divine weapons, cultivation techniques, sect structures, and powerful allies. He establishes the Sanatan Flame Sect, a holy force born of faith, flame, and fate.Armed with blessings from a real god and a system no one else can comprehend, Shaurya sets out to build the greatest sect the world has ever seen.---Tags:Cultivation · System · Sect Building · Reincarnation · Hindu Mythology · Overpowered MC · Indian MC · Fantasy World · Divine Weapons · Light Humor · Serious Power Progression

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]