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Supreme Monarch

After being reincarnated in a world called Neron, and destined to be an Average Joe, a common D-Rank Adventurer. Tyler quickly learns the cruelty of life, after being used as a pawn in a selfish and ruthless war, he ended up being captured by the very thing he was fighting against, demons, without any hesitation he was bombarded along with the demons. Caught in the destruction of the demon king, he was unable to save himself and fell to his death. Fate, however, had other ideas, it wasn't done with him yet. After being reawakened in a new era, in the center of the demon territory, he finds himself caught in a rapidly growing and dangerous situation. Swept in his newfound strength, and caught in the greed of his formal self. What will he do next? Will he return to the people who used and betrayed him, will join the enemy against the human race, or will he forge a new path as the one above all. The Suoreme Monarch. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Support the Author. PayPal: animetagz@gmail.com Join my Discord server: https://discord.gg/XvdFxsBkwe Read other works on, Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Animetagz You can also follow me on Instagram: @Animetagz.

AnimeTagz · Fantasy
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455 Chs

C438. Aura of the Divine

Citrus was momentarily at a loss as she stared at the figure standing only a few meters away, with the Demon Lord of the Jaxith family in his arms.

Currently, her hand had pierced through the paved ground with ease, crushing a black heart under the sudden tightness of her grip, completely failing to understand how her speed had been outmatched in the previous encounter. One moment, the completely drained and exhausted Demon Lord was in front of her; the next, she was gone.

"Was she teleported away? I didn't sense any spatial distortion, even now. Time stop? Impossible. That wouldn't work on me. So, is he just that much faster?" Citrus frowned as she muttered to herself in a daze.

Letting go of the crushed heart in her hand, she allowed the poisonous blood to drip from her fingers as she attempted to scrutinize the figure of the newcomer.