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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

Witchcraft

Eren and Reen exchanged a few words, but in reality, their connection transcended language. The mere sight of each other spoke volumes.

Eren offered a fleeting smile to Reen and nodded courteously at Eliza before severing the communication link. The moment he did, his expression changed drastically. His face contorted with a seething mix of hatred and anger, his aura manifesting in elemental storms, a reflection of his bloodthirsty Individuality.

"Fuck that old hag," Eren muttered, his voice dripping with frustration and rage. While part of his anger was directed at Sage Eliza for what Reen had endured, a deeper resentment smoldered within him. He loathed being a tool in someone else's grand design.

Naturally, the composed facade he'd maintained during his talks with Eliza was a mask. It concealed his vulnerability from the sole scion of the House Samael. Eren clenched his fists, teeth grinding, and his eyes red, a tempest of emotions raging within him.