The Witch CEO Is NOT A Demoness - Chapter 82 - The WitChapter Was Humiliated

“Pregnant!”Summer Yeats was dumbfounded as she held the test results!Looking at the uncle who came to her door claiming responsibility, Summer Yeats accused: “You liar, why did you lie to me that you were sterile?”Lord Langdon of Aethelgard: “Summer, I didn't lie to you.”Summer Yeats's eyes turned red: “I don't want to give birth, I want to complete my studies.”Master Lancaster's heart panicked: “Summer, baby don't cry!”It was rumored that Master Lancaster, who distanced himself from women, did so because heirs were hard to come by in The Lancaster Family, and his marriage to Summer Yeats was just an arrangement.Fans shipping the couple asked: “Master Lancaster, when will you divorce the poor little thing?”The young wife's eyes reddened, and Master Lancaster coaxed desperately: “If my wife doesn't want me anymore, I'll make sure to stay single forever!”Fans felt the slap: “Who said Master Lancaster is distant from women? Who said Master Lancaster doesn't dote on his wife? Show yourself!”

They say in life if you are not at the top of the food chain, it's only a matter of time before it becomes your turn to be prey.They say only the strong can survive in the Murim, I and my little sister after getting transmigrated survived painfully, fighting and fighting, climbing our way to the top, protecting her every step of the way.We finally found ourselves at the top of the food chain, at the top of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.But life just had to be so cruel, a plot out of jealousy got I and my sister killed, I watched her die in my arms and I could do nothing but just painfully watch.But maybe life wasn't as cruel, it at least gave me a chance to exact revenge.I was reborn into the Unorthodox faction.This chance shall not pass me by.Anyone or anything that stands in my way...I shall burn...I shall massacre...I shall Destroy...

He never performed well in either middle nor high school, and even after becoming an adult, he never worked. Be it morning, noon or night, he only played an online game. For him, being the world’s number one rank, playing that online game, was his very reason for living.

One day, his account was hacked and his character deleted. Restoration was impossible. Nothing that could be done. The number 1 rank that he literally spent his life to attain and to defend was now lost. Filled with despair, he turned to suicide.

When he opened his eyes again, there was the online game. No, the world itself looked similar to the game. He had been reborn as the extra character of the premium avatar he created in the past, but left untouched.

The former world’s top, was reborn in a world that looked like that online game. That was the beginning of his extraordinary legend.

A knight, a cat, a dark elf, and so on. Together with several unique companions, his training to regain his “world’s first rank” now begins.

He wasn’t some chosen hero.Not the golden boy in prophecy.He was just Kieran Marcoth—a boy born on the wrong side of fate,A mistake, a misfit.Not blessed by heaven.Too stubborn for hell.And now…Thrown onto a battlefield meant for gods.The world had already been broken long before he came into it.People sinned, as they always do—And one day, the sky finally answered.The day God turned away,Everything fell.Cities burned.Families vanished.The silence afterward was louder than any explosion.But even in wrath, the Divine left something behind.A final olive branch—if you could call it that.A way to survive what came crawling out of the darkness.Talents.Powers.Strange, unique abilities passed down like gifts from a god who no longer cared.And on the day Kieran stood in line—quiet, hopeful, a little scared—Waiting to receive his talent,He dared to believe his life might finally start to make sense.Instead…He awakened something different.A hidden SSS-ranked talent.The kind with a condition attached.A catch.And just like that, everything went wrong.Laughter.Whispers.Stares like knives.He became a joke.A disappointment.Even the instructors didn’t bother to hide their sneers.Then the bullying started.The beating.The betrayal.And one day, it nearly killed him.He lay there, bleeding.Angry.Humiliated.A part of him still hoping this was some twisted mistake.But it wasn’t.And then—A sound.> [Ding! Conditions have been met][Host has been successfully selected as a God Candidate][Defeat the other candidates! Become the next God of this ruined world]Kieran stared at the message blinking in front of him.He didn’t smile.Didn’t cry.Didn’t feel triumphant.He just felt tired.And then, something in him shifted.One thought, sharp and cold, rose to the surface:“I’m going to fucking kill those bastards.”Not for power.Not for glory.But because he was done being the punchline.That’s how his journey began.Not as a hero.Not yet a monster.Just a boy who had lost too much—And found something worth fighting for in the wreckage.The question now is:Will the world break him again?Or will he become the god who remakes it?