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Master's rebirth in the Apocalypse

Since his creation, Camelia has been tasked with keeping an eye on the 'Seeds of Apocalypse.' These people could one day become the end of the world, and the only one with the power to stop them is Camelia, the Saint's creation. That was how Camelia became the teacher of these 'Seeds' Generation after Generation until he finally met his end at the hands of the Council that wanted to use these 'Seeds' for their good. But Camelia did not mind it. And why would he? After all, he had finally found peace after living for centuries. He was finally free. Little did he know that his death would leave such a big impact on his students. But peace was never an option for Camelia because after dying a gruesome death, he found himself opening his eyes once more. But this time, he was in the body of someone he had never met and living a life he had never met. Moreover, he was no longer a male but a powerless human female. He...no, she woke up in a time where a few centuries had passed, the world had changed into a place where Dungeons and powers were no longer a well-guarded secret, and the 'seeds of the Apocalypse.' she had tried to keep under control had already become the leaders of this world. At such a time, what was Camelia to do? The answer was simple—pretend she did not know anything and finally live a carefree life. Unfortunately, not everyone seemed as on board with her idea as she was. Especially not her familiar-looking man who called himself her fiance. She needed to discover why this man felt familiar, had the power of the Apocalypse inside him, and was so obsessed with Camelia. __________ Note: There will be a lot of sex, and the relationship will be a little Dom/Sub kind

Holy_mackrel · Urbain
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108 Chs

Ch 64: Break out - part 3

"He's here!"

"Oh god! He looks like he's in a terrible mood. Look! Is he smiling? When was the last time someone has seen Zayne Trusdale smile like that?"

"Is it too late to go back home and call in sick? I have a feeling I will die if I stay here…"

The employees around the hunting association's office felt their lives flash before their eyes as they looked at the man waking past them,

Zayne Trusdale had been called in to be questioned about the dungeon and what had happened there. The association president had made this urgent call.

And the man in question is finally here.

"That was a rather abrupt call, and I do not appreciate being called in like this, President Lucas. Next time, I will not show up if you don't give me a two-day notice."

Zayne spoke cheerfully, but it only made the officials flinch.