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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

Unique Skill Deactivation

Only about a minute or two had passed since Eren had activated [ Skill: Unreal Reflection ]. However, this short period was filled with screams and more screams.

"Aaaaaargh!"

Jen's anguished scream echoed through the air as Eren ruthlessly tore apart her fallopian tube with his bare hands, having already ripped through her stomach and methodically extracted her internal organs.

It looked ruthless at first glance. But if one really cared to look up close, they would see that there was a certain grace with which Eren handled Jen's internal organs without looking at them.

It was as if he already knew where everything was and how to pull it apart from the web of muscles and muscle fibers. This was a feat of an exceptional hunter, gourmet chef, or a well-trained butcher.

"Youuuuu…. Aaaaaaargh…. You devil…. I'll fucking kill you."