The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice - Chapter 75: A Memory Stained in Blood

The Fourth Brother had squandered his wealth through gambling, leaving their mother in a critical state. To make matters worse, the creditors even asked them to sell Manbao to settle the debts!In the village, whispers spread that the golden days of the Zhou Family's cherished Manbao were over. Their elderly mother clung to Manbao's hand, tears streaming down her face.However, Manbao tightly grasped a system in her hand, a tool that would lead her and her brothers and sisters-in-law to reclaim their fortunes. They ventured into agriculture, cultivating land, growing medicinal herbs, and establishing shops, steadily improving their lives.As their situation improved, concerns shifted to Manbao's marital prospects by the sister-in-laws.“Mr. Zhuang's grandson is an excellent match – educated and well-spoken. He is just perfect for you.”“No! You should consider Mr. Qian's youngest son, who is handsome and well-mannered. You can count on him never to defy you.”Suppressing a smile, Manbao responded, “My heart is already set. I choose Bai Shanbao, my childhood friend whom I've playfully scolded since we were young.”

Betrayed by the kingdom he bled for. Executed by the brother he once protected. Daemon died a war hero—branded a monster.But death isn’t the end. Not for him.Reborn on the day of his cursed birth, under the same blood-drenched eclipse, Daemon remembers everything: the lies, the poison, the crown soaked in his mother’s blood. This time, he won’t beg. He won’t protect.He’ll burn the empire from the inside out.His twin brother Gabriel—the golden child, the “righteous” king—stole everything. So Daemon will take it all back, piece by piece.The nobles who cheered at his execution? Dead.The soldiers who held him down? Ash.The kingdom that worshipped a fraud? Buried under screams.This isn’t about justice. This is about revenge, and Daemon’s not stopping until his brother’s skin hangs from the palace gates.The empire made a monster.Now it gets to meet him.

I am Ye Qing. Lucky I found a [Monster Factory] application.

This bunch of super strong monsters are individually comparable to over 100 human beings, and they bring all kinds of skills!

Efficiency? With the skill processing speed +300, you still want to compete?

Precision? *cough, cough* Bring me that legendary dial caliper, let’s show them what absolute precision really mean.

Ye Qing: When, us, men want to be successful, we pull out our wallets.

Monsters: Don’t play those malice games with us. The creation of ultimate machinery is our love and life. These impenetrable bodies are our tools of the trade.

A 20 meter tall, overly buffed, savage looking monsters hold on to a ultimate cutting machine and yelled at the sky: “I am not targeting anyone specifically! Rather I am telling you all that, everything, in front of me and my tools are, nothing, but TRASH!”

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Introduction:

Wano Country, New Tokyo.

The original soul of Higashino came here and wanted to live a quiet life without being disturbed, but the “Crime Handbook” appeared in his mind by chance. If you catch criminals and bring them to justice, you can get attribute points and random rewards.

What? Can’t do it?

According to the prisoner’s crime star rating, he can enjoy the free distribution of temporary attribute points (Buff) when he is arrested.

The criminals are getting worse and worse!

My Buff gets stronger!

Mysterious fruit of ability, powerful sword type of technique, and various abilities of different sequences and levels, all turned into magical rewards on the [Guild Handbook]…

Metropolitan Police Department: These extrajudicial lunatics are simply insane, vicious, and full of evil…! ! !

Higashinohara:

I mean…

Is there anything worse? !

…

Here is the protagonist’s self-introduction:

My name is Higashinohara, a 16-year-old high school student, unmarried, and I live in the “Academy City” New Tokyo Detective Agency in Ogawa Town, Edogawa District. The police arrested lawbreakers, and they could only go home after eight o’clock in the evening.

When I got home, I would do a handstand exercise for an hour, and taste different brands of canned coffee before going to bed, just to reminisce about some of the subtle differences, just like reminiscing about the criminals who fell in my hands.

Going to bed at eleven o’clock.

Everyone says that my work and rest are very regular and healthy.

But it’s a shame to say,

In my mind lately,

Seems like something weird happened…

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