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Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil

Meet Eren Elijhah Idril, the guy who just couldn't catch a break even in the afterlife. He kicks the bucket as an old, broke-down adventurer, courtesy of a not-so-friendly neighborhood monster. Bummer, right? But hold onto your hats, 'cause that's not where his story ends. By some crazy stroke of fate, Eren gets thrown back in time to his teenage years, back when he was just a greenhorn at Lionheart Academy, dreaming big and not a care in the world (except maybe passing his special exams as a a novice Ranker). Now, most folks might use a second shot at life to right their wrongs, make amends, you know, the whole shebang. But not our boy Eren. Nope, he's not about to let a little thing like mortality slow him down. With a fresh start on the horizon, Eren decides to throw caution to the wind and embrace his inner rogue. And boy, does he embrace it. From pulling off daring heists to stirring up trouble wherever he goes, Eren dives headfirst into a life of mischief and mayhem, all without batting an eyelash. No hesitation, no regrets—just pure, unadulterated chaos. [WPC#218 Bronze Trophy Winner] [Mature content warning.] Additional tags: #evilmc #mature #evilprotagonist #antiheroprotagonist #coldmc #calculatingmc #pragmaticmc #smut #lemons #maturecontent ================= Instagram: graybacknovels Discord: https://discord.com/invite/R5uGQaXJRY

Grayback · Fantasy
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1917 Chs

[Bonus chapter] Merciless Stroke

Burning Abode.

Altashia's mastery over the flames, ignited by her potent onslaught, transformed the battlefield into an inferno.

The flickering tendrils, once wild and erratic, now obeyed her will as they gravitated toward their intended targets— Hamang's ensnared forces. The stray flames, scattered like embers, converged under her command, becoming the fuel for the manifestation of her formidable Demon Spell.

With unparalleled control, Altashia harnessed the ambient flames, intertwining them with her incantation within a fraction of a moment. The potency of her Demon Spell was intricately linked to the presence of these residual flames. As if orchestrating a symphony, she commanded the stray embers to weave her conjuration.