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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

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Kizamgaar's Ruins

Kizamgaar's ruins. Brol forest. Continent of Onianum. Labh Salem.

Deep within the enchanted heart of Brol Forest lay the mysterious and perilous Kizamgaar's Ruins, a place veiled in ancient mystique and shadowed by the whispering leaves.

Brol Forest was always known to harbor arcane energies that danced through the air, enchanting the very essence of the towering trees and mystical magic that stretched far and wide.

This mystical woodland was home to mana beasts, creatures whose forms were sculpted by the pulsating energies of the forest. Fauna with luminescent hides, ethereal wings, and eyes that gleamed with untold secrets roamed freely.

Yet, amidst this magical splendor, there existed a place that defied the benign nature of the forest—Kizamgaar's Ruins. The air in this forsaken enclave was heavy with an eerie silence, disrupted only by the distant whispers of the trees. The ruins, ancient and worn, stood as a testament to a forgotten era.