WPC NOV Winner *** “Hmph, my dumb big sister is in danger!” A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Hehehehe... this gives me the perfect excuse to finally use this treasure I’ve acquired but never bothered with!” He rummaged through his belongings, carefully selecting various items. “A bit of this... and this... and a dash of this.” Boom! The explosion of energy sent a ripple through the air as he laughed maniacally. “Hahaha! It's done! Now, all I need is a compatible host for it.” Years later... “Did I overdo it?” he wondered in awe, watching as his creation wreaked havoc, conquering world after world with ease, as though stealing candies from children. **** As you saw the synopsis, it will be :- Op Mc Harem World Travels And one side beating
Asher cracked his neck, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. The horde of dark creatures swarmed toward him, their feral cries reverberating through the coliseum like a chaotic symphony. He shifted his stance, gripping his scythe with one hand and his sword with the other.
"Come on, then," he muttered. "Let's see what you've got."
The first wave of creatures lunged at him, their claws gleaming like jagged obsidian. Asher's movements were fluid, a deadly dance of precision and power. His scythe arced through the air, severing limbs and torsos with each swing. The creatures fell like leaves in a storm, their ash-like remains scattering across the arena.
But they kept coming.
A hulking beast, twice the size of the others, charged forward, its fanged maw gaping wide. Asher sidestepped just in time, driving his sword upward into the creature's throat. Black ichor sprayed from the wound as the beast let out a guttural roar, collapsing in a heap.