Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System - Chapter 778 - 733: He’s Not Human!! (Part 2)

In the blood-soaked shadows of Ancient Japan, one name struck terror into the hearts of daimyō and demons alike.Akira Minato, King of the Shinobi.He slaughtered ten thousand Taira Samurai with his bare hands.He burned Demon Temples, butchered Shoguns and painted shrines with their entrails.He was the true legend of Japan, the nightmare everybody prayed to be delivered from.One quiet night, while chasing a mysterious treasure, he stumbled upon the Ultimate Oni. His escape plan backfired, and he was forced to seal it with his own soul, accidentally dying in a so-called “glorious sacrifice.”And then he woke up in 2025 Tokyo.In a teenage body.Wearing cat-print pajamas.With his powers sealed.And outside, monsters were growing more aggressive.JINKOKU, the Monster Hunting Authority of Japan, was recruiting anyone who can fight them… even if they keep asking dispatch for backup to fight 'those cursed giant centipede monsters under the station.'With no powers, no money, and no way home, Akira Minato had no choice but to take up the blade once more, this time as a registered monster hunter.He would reclaim his strength, find a way back to his era, and if fate was merciful, win the heart of the girl who looked exactly like the one he failed to save.Same voice. Same face. Same name: Princess Yuki.He was once the hegemon of the ninja world.Now he’s broke, underpaid, and hopelessly in love with the nation’s Princess.But even in this ridiculous age…You will call him Shinobi-sama.

“I was scared!” she cried, interrupting him. “You're a married man, you have a wife now, and I didn't want to ruin that. I didn't know how you'd react. And I didn't want my children… our children… to be caught in the middle of more pain.”He looked at her in shock, breath caught in his throat. “You just said… our daughter earlier,” he said slowly.Yes,“ she answered. Jasmine and Hanith. They're yours.”Aaron's breath hitched, stumbled back a step, staring at her like he was seeing her for the first time again.“You told me they weren't mine,” he whispered.“I lied,” she admitted. “Because I was scared. I wanted to protect them. I thought if you knew, you'd take them away. And I also thought you wouldn't want them because you are married now.”“Five years,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I had children... and never knew.” He clenched his jaw, struggling to process everything.“They are your children,” she said softly. “And now your daughter needs you.”~**~A single mother, Katherine Prescott was the perfect definition of a B3 classy lady—beautiful, brainy, and brave. She worked her ass off to ensure her children never lacked, building a name for herself while running from the unwanted attachment of the past.But when the past she thought she'd left behind the day she fled with her babies came crashing against the walls she'd built—six years later—everything she buried resurfaced.What if the forgotten spark and desires kept pulling her back into the very past she wanted to forget? What if her babies wouldn't stop asking about their father? Can she really give him a second chance at love… and risk losing herself to passion again?Aaron Knight was a celebrity. He never believed he'd see her again. But there she was—still breathtaking, still beautiful as ever. He wasn't letting her go this time. He would get her back, by hook or by crook.Two problems: he was married… and she was already a mother.

One day, a silver-haired goddess appeared before him.“Heaven-Defying Star. The one who goes against fate. The sole savior of a world doomed to end—”What the hell is this woman even talking about?“You must be the Regressor.”“… What?”No, I’m not.

“The Second Cult Leader and the Prophet of the Voodooists died during the Holy War seven years ago.”

Florence Academy was a prestigious clergy academy.

“Now that the Voodooists are considered as a cult, who is the Third Cult Leader, where are they now, and what are they up to?”

Only I knew the answer to this question.

The Third Cult Leader was a freshman at Florence Academy. He was here, standing amongst the others in the auditorium.

How do I know this, you ask?

Because I’m the Cult Leader.

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