Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai - Chapter 117 – The Preceding Hero and the Flash Flood?

Being raised by witches wasn't the end!It was the beginning for Menma's life as he had to deal with humans that hate the witches.And also travel across different dimensions to fight against unnatural beings that threatened his family.----------------------------------------------------Author here : if you enjoy reading a fresh unique new story, give mine a go.If you like it... perfectif you don't... tell me what i can do to improve itenjoy ;)

Well-versed in both exorcising evil spirits and stabilizing homes, and expert in geomancy and divination.In the modern city where the practice of magic is not prominent, many believe that Chen Haitian is a genius with a rare talent for cultivation, one in ten thousand.However, only he knows that all his skills are self-taught through trial and error...

After transmigrating, a talented young woman became the black sheep of the Gu family. People even tried to cut her open and take her son away. Five years later, she returned with a cute baby.

She chuckled at the title of black sheep that she was given.

Everyone wanted the medicinal pills that she made!

She designed the most expensive jewelry in the capital!

She opened the biggest fine-dining restaurant in the country!

Even the most mysterious Island of No Return belonged to her!

Ms. Gu and her son drank and ate good food while they entertained themselves by humiliating others. Life was great!

However, one day, a man suddenly pinned her against the door. “How dare you steal my son?”

Hehe. Did he want to take her son away?

“Close the door and release the hounds!”

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He was not a human since no human is aware of himself even before his birth.

He has no blood and no heart, but emotions?

He does have feelings, but can he express them?

Why was he called a Devil’s Spawn at his birth?

Why did they cut away his arms and a leg?

Why did no one ever visit him for years?

And why does this emptiness... feels so... just so familiar?

Why does the Void feel so... full?

Who is he? Or rather... What is he?