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Reincarnated With The Van Helsing System

Many people wish to be transported to another world, beautiful women, supernatural powers, adventures and the list continues. But what happens when you are born in a place where almost everyone see you as a tool, which turned out to be useless for their purposses. Falling into the depths of despair after losing what he cared for the most, the unmistakable sound of a notification changed his destiny and the one of all the planes of existence, but was it for the good... or not? "The host's current body is too shitty for the system, physical reformation in progress", "physical reformation complete, as a one time reward for surviving the host might ask the system for a wish". Follow Daimon on his journey through a world where the existences called "Gods" are only higher ranked mages. ------------------------------------ Achievement rewards: 300 power stones= 1 extra chapters (The reward chapters will be posted on the week, on a random day) ----------------------------------- If You like monsters folklore and cute girls then be my guest ----------------------------------- The cover is not mine, so all the credit for the right owner ----------------------------------- The story will have a lot of dark elements so if you don't have stomach for that then I suggest you to leave, oh also i'm quite a pervert myself so be prepared for that (NO NTR). ---------------------------------- Finally, enjoy the story and if you like it please do support me with your golden tickets, power stones and reviews they will help me a lot.

Barion_Trident · Fantasy
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For the sake of my family (part 3)

Daimon was a bit confused at Ereman's reaction, even if he didn't get the terror contractor skill, of he decided to not kill him, he would have made him sign a contract similar to the one used by the academy anyway.

"Why are you so shocked, of course I wasn't going to leave you freely wander around, you know?".

Ereman tried to resist, but his body didn't obey him as he answered in a monotone voice.

"That's because without anyone knowing, we skin tailors aren't affected by soul contracts… not even other undead know about this, we work for the sake of our race only because we will die in a short period of time and we can't cultivate, so we have no chances of ruling the black marsh galaxy".

"So even if on the surface you made me sign a soul contract, I would have only feigned to be bound by it and then I would have notified my superior, so they will send someone to take care of you".