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Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

Aldred was a 20-year-old man who killed himself because he couldn't stand how the world treated him. He prayed for a life that he could be grateful for. And unexpected to him, the gods heard his prayer. ... I welcome you to the world of fantastic imaginations where swords and magic clashed. What to expect: A lot of beautiful girls. OP MC, weak to strong, sucking things. Milk. lots of milk. Adventure. And Comedy. Warning: You might laugh too hard reading this story. Note: This is an adventure story. The 1-10 chap is a prologue of some sort. But I advise you not to skip them, I am sure you will find them hilarious. Note: Will there be milf and incest? Yes, but at the later part of the story. MC has to fight his way to earn these rewards. So follow his journey first. NO NTR Join the discord server https://discord.gg/yPtRt29tAg There are pictures of Eve, Sophia, Edeline, and many more. Check out the discord channel, if you want to see the characters. If you want to donate for commissioning art, then check out my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/harlyboy Note: The cover is not mine. If you want me to take it down, please ask.

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Chapter 767 Shielding Halo

In the timeless chamber where the air vibrated with the weight of eons, the Council of Forgers convened in silence, their collective presence pondering Captain Ilsa's impassioned plea.

The ethereal light that filled the space seemed to pulse, reflecting the gravity of the discussion that unfolded beyond the perception of the human visitors.

After moments that stretched like lifetimes, the Council's voice filled the chamber once again, resonant and profound, yet carrying a note of finality that doused the spark of hope that had been kindled in Captain Ilsa and her team.

"Captain Ilsa, your plea, while earnest, overlooks the broader tapestry of cosmic balance," the Council intoned. "The technologies we oversee are not mere tools to be wielded in the conflicts of the moment. They were forged in the crucible of creation, bound by protocols that govern the very fabric of existence."