“Hmph, my dumb big sister is in danger!” A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Hehehehe... this gives me the perfect excuse to finally use this treasure I’ve acquired but never bothered with!” He rummaged through his belongings, carefully selecting various items. “A bit of this... and this... and a dash of this.” Boom! The explosion of energy sent a ripple through the air as he laughed maniacally. “Hahaha! It's done! Now, all I need is a compatible host for it.” Years later... “Did I overdo it?” he wondered in awe, watching as his creation wreaked havoc, conquering world after world with ease, as though stealing candies from children. **** As you saw the synopsis, it will be :- Op Mc Harem World Travels And one side beating
As Asher stepped out of the portal, his breath hitched. A strange sensation washed over him, a sense of disconnection that gnawed at the edges of his awareness. His hands trembled faintly, his fingers twitching as if they belonged to someone else. The warm sunlight on his skin did little to soothe the unease brewing inside him.
"What... is this?" he thought, his crimson eyes narrowing. His heart raced, beating out a frantic rhythm. It felt like he was standing outside his own body, a mere spectator watching someone else control his movements.
Memories of the dungeon flashed in his mind—the precision of his strikes, the unrestrained malice that had coursed through him, the thrill of destruction. Yet, there was a detachment to those memories, as if they belonged to another version of him, not the Asher who now stood under the clear sky.