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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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1922 Chs

Selection

Oni festival. The final day. Morning 8 AM.

Orc vs Ogre.

After various tribes fought each other, only these two tribes had all their members alive.

One of them was an Orc tribe consisting of five orcs– the Durbag tribe. The other was an Ogre tribe that Kaalmaahen had participated in– the Shakh tribe.

The Shakh tribe originally belonged to Ror Shakh. However, it was later passed on to his son while Ror focused on serving his king. Compared to the Shakh tribe, the Durbag tribe was a wild card entry nobody had expected to make it this far.

There could be two opponents in the events leading up to the final sacrifice. One from each tribe. Even so, the ritual needed the sacrificed energy to focus on only two opponents.

Tintinnabulation!

A giant bell was levitating over the battle ring 5 meters away from the ground. It was motionless and silent a moment before. But when it started ringing, it changed the whole atmosphere of the surroundings.