Divine Essence
In a world of levels, gear, and divinity, there is only one rule: Believe in no one, Fear NO GOD.
The Gods gave humanity a System to survive. But Seven is going to use it to hunt down the Gods.
When Seven had died saving lives on back Earth, he had expected the peace of the new afterlife. Perhaps he'll get a system and harem. But Instead, he was reincarnated by spiteful deities into a high-tech cultivation era where Divine Essence is the only currency of value. And To ensure his eternal suffering, the had Gods stripped him of his potential, labeling him a "Null". a human glitch in a perfect system of levels and ranks.
In a big world where status is everything, Seven is treated as trash by his very own elite military family. But the Gods had made one fatal mistake: they had left him with his memories and a strong defiance that cannot be broken.
By a stroke of cosmic fate, Seven has inherited the Legacy of the No God, the power to change the order of things. it's a power that doesn't rely on divine favor but on the brutal, bloody cycle of the hunt.
The Laws of Evolution:
* The Portal Hunt: Humans must dive into lethal spirit dimensions, slaying monstrous beasts to consume their flesh and forcefully evolve their DNA.
* Spirit Armaments: Every kill is a gamble. Slay a dragon, and you might manifest its wings as a [Spirit Flight Engine] or its claws as [Void-Ripping Daggers].
* Interstellar Siege: While humans struggle to level up, the Rakshasa. a race of brutal alien conquerors. That lay siege to Earth’s colonies, while viewing humanity as mere cattle.
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Chapter: Chapter 7: Spirit DimensionWHOOSH.The universe hadn't just shifted; it had folded. One moment, Mo Seven was still standing on a metallic pad in a crowded, and noisy station on Planet Hig17. The next, the high-pitched ringing in his ears had snapped into a heavy, and pressurized silence that felt like being underwater. The blinding blue light of the portal slowly faded, replaced by the dim, and cool glow of a small, square room.Seven stood perfectly still, with his heart drumming against his ribs. With a strong thump-thump, thump-thump. He didn't move a muscle, he was waiting for the "wall" to hit him, or waiting for the portal to realize it had made a mistake and spit him back out into the human overworld. But the rejection never came."I'm... I'm actually here," he whispered to himself. His voice sounded thin and raspy in the small space. Huff. Puff. He slowly looked around. The room was a basic room with nothing in it. about ten feet wide with smooth, and seamless walls that looked like polished obsidian. T
Last Updated: 2026-01-08
Chapter: Chapter 6: Gate To The Beyond.....The city of Hope was a shimmering sea of neon and spirit-glass, a place where the sky was perpetually filled with the hum of hover-cars and the distant, rhythmic pulse or glow of planetary shields. But while the city was vast, the world of the elite was small and perfect.At the heart of the government district stood the DESEO Assessment Building. It was a towering spire of liquid silver, it was shaped like a blade pointing toward the heavens. This was the home of the Divine Essence Special Elite Organization (DESEO). To the citizens of Planet Hig17, this building was more than just a government office; It was the place where the "Special" were separated from the "average."Vrr-hmmm. Vrr-hmmm.The heavily pressurized doors slid open with a cinematic hiss. Miss Mo Lin walked through the lobby, her heels clicking against the polished obsidian floor with the rhythm of a soldier. She looked every bit like the high-society researcher, her silver-threaded robes shimmering under the ar
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Chapter: Chapter 5: Cafeteria Scuffle.....His room was not a room. It was a concrete box that was located at the far end of the Mo estate’s basement, right next to the humming cooling pipes of the house’s central core. There were no windows. Neither were there any beds. There was not a desk for his schoolwork.In the corner of the room lay a pile of worn-out clothes, smelling of dust and old sweat. And In the center of the floor, there was a single thin, and gray sheet that served as his bed.Creak... groan...Seven sat down on the sheet, his body felt like it was made of lead. He slowly peeled off his torn uniform, the fabric sticking to the wet blood on his back from his mother's whip."Nnngh... hiss..."He looked over his shoulder at the long, and red welt left by his mother’s whip. It was angry and swollen, a physical mark of her "Gravity Field" reinforced strike. He blew on the wound, the cool air providing a tiny second of relief.“It’s nothing,” Seven thought to himself, his jaw tightening. “Compared to the fire
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Chapter: Chapter 4: Mo FamilyHiss... pop...The recovery unit slowly opened with a soft release of pressurized steam. Mo Seven’s eyes slowly snapped open, his vision started adjusting to the sterile, and bright white lights of the hospital ceiling.“I’m... not dead?” His first thought was that he'll see a flash of white light. And the Spirits-like Godly being mocking face. He had expected to be back in that cold and void hall, getting yelled at or punished for dying again. But the air here smelled of antiseptic and ozone, not cosmic dust or Godly energy. He sat up abruptly, his hands flying to his leg and his arm.Flex. Grip.They were both perfect. No pain. And No crooked bones. Thanks to high-tech medical pods and healers with [Restoration] Divine Essences, his shattered limbs had been knitted back together within hours.“The girl,” Seven whispered to himself, his voice was raspy. “Did she make it?”The image of the little girl’s terrified face flashed in his mind. He remembered the weight of the Rakshasa’s gau
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Chapter: Chapter 3: The Smiling Sacrifice.....SNAP.The sound was sharp, like a dry branch breaking in the winter. But it wasn't a branch. It was actually Mo Seven’s shin bone.Seven’s right leg bent at a sickening, and impossible angle. The moment his foot had connected with the Rakshasa’s heavy metal gauntlet, the physics of the world had reminded him of a very cruel truth: he was a human with no Divine Essence, and he was kicking a mountain."Agh!" Seven let out a strangled gasp, he felt his lungs catching in his chest. Hiss... huff...He instantly realized that he was completely outmatched. The Rakshasa hadn't even tried to block his kick. The alien had been moving its hand "gently" by its standards, yet that gentle movement was enough to shatter a human’s limbs. This was a Black-Haired Rakshasa. And According to the data Seven had memorized from school, the color of their hair showed their rank or levels. Black hair meant this soldier was a soldier rank, easily stronger than an Advanced-rank human cultivator. Which
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Chapter: Chapter 2: The CrashThe alleyway was silent except for the heavy, and ragged breathing of a boy who refused to stay down.Hiss... huff...Mo Seven leaned his back against the cold, and damp bricks of the wall. His school uniform was torn, and stained with the gray dust of the alley and the bright red colour of his own blood. His ribs felt like they had been chewed on and spat by a beast, and his left eye was swelling shut.Clatter.He reached down into the dirt on the floor, his fingers trembling as they closed around a small, circular object. It was a black coin. It didn't shine. Neither did it pulse with energy. It was just a heavy, obsidian-like disc that had belonged to his grandfather."Old man," Seven whispered to himself, his voice cracking. Cough. Wheeze. "You were the only one who never looked at me like I was a broken tool. You said I was special. That being different is being special. But look at me now. I'm Just a punching bag for guys like Kaito."He tucked the coin deep into his pocket, whi
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Chapter: Chapter 26: Scavenger RulesChapter 26: Scavenger RulesKRAK.The sound wasn’t outside. It was inside his own skull. A fracture line of pure, white-hot pain splitting the darkness behind his eyes.Seven’s eyes snapped open.He was on a mattress. It was soft. Too soft. The air smelled like fake flowers and sweat. A weight pressed against his side—warm, breathing, human.Not my bed. Not my room. Not my… anything.Memory slammed into him like a freight train. The last world, screaming. The cold void between. The system’s flat, toneless offer. The name it gave him to wear: Lin Xian.He discarded it immediately. He was Seven. Mo Seven. A Null. A ghost with a number.He lay perfectly still, letting the new data stream in. The faint, consistent rumble beneath him. The rhythmic clack-clack of metal on metal. A train. He was on a moving train. The body he wore was bruised but whole, muscles humming with a strange, foreign vitality. Superhuman. The term floated up from the leftover scraps of Lin Xian’s memories. Right. Th
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Chapter: Chapter 25: No Room for Ghosts
Chapter 25: No Room for Ghosts Thump. A body hit the side of the train, sliding down the smooth metal with a wet scrape. Inside the driver’s cabin, the last light from the dashboard blinked out. Click. Darkness. Total and complete. The world outside the reinforced glass vanished, swallowed by a black so thick it felt solid. Inside, the only sound was the ragged, too-loud rhythm of Chen Sixuan’s breathing. Her fingers, slick with cold sweat, fumbled for the phone on the floor. Flick. The weak blue-white beam cut through the gloom, a tiny island in an ocean of nothing. It shook in her grip. She didn’t point it at the windows. She couldn’t. Move. Just move. Her thoughts were a shattered record. She crawled forward on hands and knees, the metal floor biting into her skin. The phon
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Chapter: Chapter 24: Desperate Fight to the DeathChapter 24: Desperate Fight to the Death CRUNCH. Seven’s head snapped sideways, the world tilting on its axis. He tasted iron. Felt the grit of riverbed stones grinding into his cheek. He was on his back, a crushing weight pinning his chest—a writhing mass of pale, fleshy ropes. Tentacles. His mind, cold and clear despite the fireworks in his skull, cataloged the data. Four of them. Strong. Grip like industrial cable. User: Male. Overweight. Face twisted in savage glee. Not a monster. Worse. A man who’d gotten power and liked using it. “Gotcha, you little rat!” the man snarled, spittle flying. His breath stank of rot and cheap liquor. The instinct to survive wasn’t an emotion for Seven. It was a protocol. A subroutine that overrode pain, fear, hesitation. He’d run it before, in darker places than this. His body went limp. Not surrender. Conservation. The man—Liu Wei, the name floated up from the borrowed memories—leered, thinking he’d won. A fatal mistake. Seve
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Chapter: Chapter 23: The Tentacle KingChapter 23: The Tentacle King Vrumm—CRUNCH! The sedan blocking the tracks didn’t stand a chance. Seven kept the throttle down, the massive gas turbine locomotive plowing through the thin-skinned car like it was made of tin foil. Metal screamed. Glass exploded into a thousand glittering shards. The two-hundred-ton beast barely shuddered as it cleaved the wreck in two, spitting out twisted parts behind it. Tak-tak-tak-tak! Bullets sparked off the armored hull. White scars appeared on the dark metal. A ricochet whined through the air and found flesh—one of the ambushers by the tracks clutched his thigh and went down screaming. Seven’s eyes stayed on the tracks ahead. Cold. Focused. He’d known it was a trap the second he saw the barricade.
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Chapter: Chapter 22: The RoadblockChapter 22: The Roadblock The world outside the driver’s cabin was a smear of gray and green. Clack-clack. Clack-clack. The rhythm of the rails was the only steady thing left. Seven kept his hands on the controls, but his mind was elsewhere. Cataloguing. The silent, corpse-strewn city was behind them. Now it was just overgrown fields and broken hills. Too quiet. In his experience, quiet was just the pause before the screaming started. His eyes—Lin Xian’s eyes, he kept having to remind himself—flicked upward. The sky over the dead city was still visible in the distance, dominated by that impossible, immovable cloud layer. It didn’t look like weather. It looked like a lid. Or a shell. Something’s in there, he thought, his new instincts humming. Something that makes zombies look like playground bullies. The old him, the one who’d just woken up in this meat-sack, might have felt awe.
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Chapter: Chapter 21: Connecting Electric LocomotivesChapter 21: Connecting Electric Locomotives Beep. Beep. Beep. Seven killed the alarm on his wristwatch. Two straight nights without sleep. His thoughts were moving through sludge, slow and thick. The world outside the watchtower was a symphony of wrong sounds. A low, wet groaning. The skitter-scratch of something hard on concrete. Under it all, the sweet, cloying rot seeping from the busted freezer doors. He’d made it. 16:00. Next day. Light bled through the high warehouse windows. Dust motes danced in the angry orange beams. Afternoon. He had two hours and forty-five minutes before the dark swallowed everything again. He moved to the slit in the watchtower wall. Peered down. The warehouse floor was a butcher’s shop. Freezer No. 1’s door wasn’t just open. It was peeled back, stainless steel and composite material twisted into a scream. Blood painted the concrete in
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Tower of Gods
Kim Do-hyun was just another potato in the crowd—an anxious college nobody waiting to fail the Awakening Program. But when the portal swallowed him, his identity shattered, and a new life took root.
Now he is Han Tae-yang: a street fighter, failed streamer, and accidental legend who spent a decade trapped in Divine Tower of Gods, the cruelest game ever made. Everyone else quit. He climbed fifty floors alone.
And then the game became reality.
Relics bleed into the real world. Monsters walk in daylight. Governments scramble, corps rise, guilds rise, and hunters kill for scraps. Yet through chaos, one name spreads like wildfire: Loner.
With sarcasm sharper than any blade, a ghost bride as his sister’s familiar, and a system that can copy powers, Tae-yang dismantles the new world one relic at a time. While others beg for safety or riches, he plots in the shadows—because for him, survival isn’t enough.
He’ll break the tower.
He’ll burn the system.
And he’ll drag the gods themselves down with him.
Action-packed. Darkly hilarious. Brutally clever.
If Solo Leveling married Super Gene and raised a snarky delinquent kid, this is it.
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Chapter: 10Game 10: Call Me LonerWith one hand, Han Tae-yang closed his nose like a child in a swimming pool. His cheeks swelled, his eyes opened, and he muttered under clenched teeth, No dust, thank you very much. He was not ignorant that the greedy bamboo-staff Duke tree would attempt to spit out sleep powder like a skunk in the defense of his territory. Had the stuff gotten in his lungs, he would be snoring on the forest floor before he could utter the words, Game over.The air was dry and bark-like and of bitter herbs, the sort of sharp, dusty smell that scraped the throat. The deep inhalation he had made in his lungs pained him. He clenched his chest, and every muscle in it screamed, and the air was locked in. He nearly felt the imaginary countdown in his head. Three minutes of oxygen, tops. After that? Bye-bye, consciousness.He walked briskly on, his feet crunching the dry leaves that lay on the ground. Each step kicked up more dust. He had watery eyes, not with feeling but with the stin
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Chapter: 9Game 9: The Bait is GoneKim Lee-soo's lungs burned as the roots coiled tighter around his chest. He gasped like a fish dragged from water, thrashing in panic. His eyes bulged, his pale face slick with sweat."Han Tae-yang! Bro, help." His voice cracked, breaking into wheezes. The massive bamboo roots kept twisting, snapping his ribs one by one.Han Tae-yang? Already turning his back, feet carrying him away through the chaos. His shadow stretched long on the ground, an image of someone who had decided survival came first.Lee-soo's last hope crumbled.From the side, Kong Jin-hoop stood with arms crossed, that oily smile on his lips. He watched Lee-soo's misery like a man enjoying free theater."Too bad,” Jin-hoop said, shrugging with mock sympathy. “If you have a complaint, file it with your lawyers.”The roots slid higher, reaching Lee-soo's throat. His eyes bulged wider, tears spilling."No, wait, don't! I don't wanna"Crunch.The sound echoed through the clearing. His cry broke int
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Chapter: 8Game 8: The Real Bait The concourse was wet marble, wet sneakers, and the scent of the golden fruits that dangled on the gnarled limbs of the bamboo staff. The fountain water sloshed lazily against its edges and caught the fluorescent lights and scattered tiny reflections across the chaos below. The leaves were whirling about in the air with an unusual intent, curling like little green scimitars, and every crack of a root against a rock or a player's leg sounded like a drumbeat in the cavernous depths.Kim Lee-soo’s mind raced as he watched Han Tae-yang (한태양) move through the chaos. The manner in which the male lead managed to avoid being whipped by roots and spun by leaves was not by chance, but by calculation. Tae-yang stepped through shallow puddles, his knees bending in the right degree to absorb the shock of sudden root strikes, his elbows brushing the air as he deflected spinning leaves without even touching them. His motions were like the water round the rocks, slow and unhurr
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Chapter: 7Game 7: The Bamboo Tree Strikes Back The bamboo staff, which was now a hideous living monster, rattled in the fountain. Its roots were thick and glossy as jade, and they were twisting outwards with the sinuousness of snakes on wet rock. With every root that was pulled up, a greasy smear of green was left on the marble floor, making the concourse unsafe. The panicked, sweaty, bloody smell mingled with the fresh sap smell that filled the air.The leaves were dropping in flurries, and with impossible agility they were twisting and spinning through the air. There was no breeze, but they seemed to be guided missiles, the edges of them being as sharp as steel scalpels. One who was touched by one was instantly bound, vines twining with deadly precision. Legs were stolen, lungs were stolen. The leaves were constricted in a methodical, calculated way, as though the tree itself were of an evil mind. Players fell and wailed and skidded in sneakers over wet marble, tumbled over roots, and splash
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Chapter: 6Game 6: The Greedy Bamboo TreeThe celebrity CEO Kim Lee-soo was spitting blood on the floor. His teeth rattled like pearls on marble, and were immaculately white. A loud clatter, too loud to be in the great hall, of the dice of a drunken gambler. His blood dripped down his chin and mixed with his spit and stained the expensive silk scarf at his neck. The man was trying to save face, but his trembling hands told him off.Han Tae-yang (한태양) only tilted his head, staring at him with the kind of bored expression you’d give a dog that kept barking in the distance. Inside, he thought, Oh… about now… if this world is really working with the same broken mechanics as the Tower of Gods Challenge, then...He clicked his fingers in his head. The item drop must have occurred. Jackpot time.He did not give another look at the pathetic CEO. Tae-yang, instead, turned on his heel, his sneakers squeaking softly against the polished floor, and ran toward the fountain, which stood like a centerpiece in t
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Chapter: 5Game 5: Don’t Call Yourself My DadHan Tae-yang (한태양) froze.So loud, so familiar, so irritating, that voice.He turned his head slowly, as though he already knew the jump scare was coming in a horror movie but still looked anyway. His heart gave one stroke, not of fright but of the recognition of the type of man who can dispel a mood by his presence.And there lay heKim Lee SooHe was plump and big-shouldered, and his face was smug, as though a half-price leather jacket and sunglasses at night had made him a star. His smile was ear to ear, those white teeth that would yell dental sponsorship money.Then the words fell down“Haha! It is Han Tae-yang, all right," Kim Lee yelled, and everybody in the subway concourse turned. His voice was falsely friendly, full of sarcasm, the voice that was a greeting and an insult at the same time. “What’s this? You're here?. Come say hello to me, your dad" he said trying to taunt Tae-yang.The word dad was dirty, contorted.Han Tae-yang awoke. His j
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