Cultivating My Executioner

In a world where mana decides your worth as a human being, one simple rule reigns: the strong devour the weak.

To the nobles, the manaless are nothing more than livestock. An unshakable order that has stood for four hundred years.

Nacht knows this grim truth better than anyone. He has watched kingdoms rise and crumble to dust. He has outlived generations, endured their wars, and been forced to watch everything he ever loved fade away.

Because Nacht carries the cruelest fate in the world: he cannot die. No blade can cut his flesh, no fire can burn his soul. On his shoulder, a shadow devil chuckles, feeding on his eternal torment.

Nacht's only goal is death. He searches for a weapon, a hero, a power — anything strong enough to pierce his cursed heart.

When the small border village goes up in flames and a manaless boy decides to defy fate with his bare fists, a monster that has slept for four centuries finally wakes.