Multi-Gene - Chapter 615 False God Sneak Attack

Go out with a bang. That's what my dad always used to say.If you're going to die in a world like this where people can add all these crazy modifications to their body, at least take a few out on the way.“Zero what the hell are you doing?” A kid with a wimpy voice asked.“Taking care of business, obviously.” I responded with a bit of an irritated tone.“Can you please get off of me...” A man asks, tears streaming down his face.People fear power and money. That's how it's always been, and this piece of garbage is one of those people.But none of this matters if no one knows how I even got to this point. Where Humanity truly began it's biggest stage of evolution.Humanity.exeThe City of Kairox is where everything runs through. Drugs, weapons, illegal cybernetics, you name it. One day I want to be the one who controls all of that.But I've been dealt enough of a shitty hand that I think it's about time I start dealing myself. Anyone can rise up in the streets with enough determination and strength.So, I'll rise up amongst this filth and make sure that I'm on top.

Damian, a Centurion of the Punishment Unit of the Baroque Kingdom. “Damn it.” Just once. If I were given just one more chance… ‘I would have truly conquered the battlefield with these guys.’ At the age of 30, he closed his eyes on a nameless battlefield. But when he opened them, he found himself back 17 years in the past. And this time, he had a perfectly functioning mana core that could wield magic. ‘This time.’ I will rise higher than anyone else. I won’t be swept away by the turbulent times. ‘I will conquer.’ Damian, who has returned to the past, wields his spear toward the world.

System Notification: Your King of Passivity talent was activated through killing the Elit Demon Clan Warrior. You have automatically received the Critical Strike (Passive) Skill.

What? I got another passive skill.

I have way too many skills, I can barely see the end of my skills panel.

I need to be low-key, low-key.

This is the story of a game grinder who used his passive skills to destroy legends.

A filthy, idiotic, hypocritical alcoholic degenerate, known to most as Ricky Freeman, died in a tragic car accident when his lower half was crushed by a drunk driver. Coughing out a bloody mourning for his balls, Ricky finally dies only to wake up in his next life. Reincarnated in the 1920s as a orphaned kid, how will he live in a universe filled to it's brim with cosmic beings-*DING*'Huh?'[Congratulations Host for receiving the Impregnation System]