The Thorne of Destiny - Chapter 163: Roar In The Forest

This is a story of a man named Kim Sae-Jin, who one day, inexplicably wakes up as a Monster. Follow him and his perilous journey to get his life back as a Human, all the while growing even more versatile as a Monster in the process. This should be… complicated, somewhat.

Jin Watanabe, a renowned genius programmer, died from overworking on the latest project that his clients had piled on him.Instead of the peaceful eternal rest he had hoped for, he opened his eyes in a fantasy world—only to realize he had been reincarnated into the frail body of a sickly boy who was already on the verge of death.“Young Master Jin is trash. Can't even cast a single spell.”“The Raith family's shame.”“He'll be dead within the year anyway. Who cares?”But then, to his surprise, strange words began floating above the teacup beside his bed...[Warning: Lethal Substance Detected][Analyzing...][Identified: Poison][Ultimate Editor system Activated...]Jin stared at the floating strings, then looked around and checked other objects.They called him trash. They tried to kill him. They thought this world belonged to them.They were wrong.Because Jin could see reality as code. And he was about to hack their world..........Join Discord for character arts and more:https://discord.gg/6YrfWD72YQ

When Xia Liang wakes up, he finds the entire world has changed, and prices have plummeted.The prospective match from the arranged date actually only demands fifty cents for bride price!A house in the city center could be bought for just one hundred Yuan!A sports car that used to be worth tens of millions now only costs a few tens of Yuan!Looking at his balance of one hundred and twenty thousand, Xia Liang realizes he might have become the richest person around!

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable.Her therapist called her alexithymic.Unable to understand or describe her own emotions.The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access.“You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—”“I’m not here about the meeting.”…“Ugh.”Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal.Then Elara woke up.Not in her office. Not in a hospital.In a different world. In a different body.She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies.How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead?……“Your Highness, please… ugh…”The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain.“Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips.“Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.”On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists.“Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.”Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared.Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.