The Martial God with Psychic Powers - Chapter 261

He rose from hardship, but was felled by betrayal. From then on, one man, one gun; treads the path between Evernight and Daybreak to became a legend. No matter what was destined to be his fate, he intends to become the ruler who dictates.

If you don’t know anything, you might think Blake had a perfect life. Good-looking face that made everyone turn their heads, an athletic physique, photographic memory and a good head that let him ace all of his exams, and also a kind heart to prop it all up.

But you couldn’t be more wrong as in a world where even a three-year-old kid could use mana, Blake was one of the unfortunate ones who couldn’t utilize the magical power that enabled humans to break past their limits and defeat the powerful demons that used nether instead of mana to cast their own demonic spells.

Looks of disdain, mockeries, and even straight-up bullying were not an uncommon occurrence for him as he had to deal with them every single day.

One day, the bullies went too far and almost killed him. The pent-up rage and hatred in his heart peaked up as he remembered the faces of his bullies that had beaten him half to death.

He thought he would finally die when his head was suddenly struck by a severe headache and his eyes went dark.

But never did he expect when he regained his consciousness he would find a pair of horns on his forehead, sharp claws on the tip of his fingers, and jet black skin covering his body from head to toe.

Follow Blake’s journey as he became the master of the nether and demonic spells, climbing the ranks of the demon realm as he gathered his own demon followers, and finding out the real truth veiled in his home world while creating legends for himself both in the demon world and in the world where he came from.

“So I can summon Heroines and Villainesses, but I just have to create them myself? Seems easy enough!”Max lived for one thing and one thing only: a good story. Novels were the only escape in his mundane life. However, all the light novels and manhwas he read had the same problem:Ruining female characters.In all these novels, the powerful heroines and terrifying villainesses were always reduced to one-dimensional trophies obsessed with the MC. They had no goals or purpose of their own.When Max discovered Awakener Supreme, he thought it would be different. It started out promising; a dark fantasy, detailed, consistent world building, a complex magic system and interesting characters.But everything went downhill pretty fast. To please the fans, the dark tone vanished, and the fierce female cast was reduced to shallow fan service.In a burst of anger, Max confronted the lead writer, criticizing him for ruining female characters, and claiming he could do a much better job at creating heroines and villainesses.He never expected the universe to take him at his word.Max suddenly wakes up inside the world of Awakener Supreme, and was given the chance to back up what he had claimed in the form of a unique class.⸢ You have awakened your Class ⸥⸢ Class: Architect - You can create heroines and villainesses and make them your Summons ⸥⸢ Class Group: Summoner ⸥Was Max all talk? Or can he truly create more powerful and consistent heroines and villainesses to help him survive the grim world of Awakener Supreme?

“Stop following me!” Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him. But now she was everywhere, suffocating him.“I’m only trying to protect you,” she responded.Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself.”She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving.“Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence.“Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…”“Then why do you want me to stop following you?”“I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end.“Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away.“I did,” he sighed in defeat.