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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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Enter- The Protagonist

Marla quickly found the talent she was looking for in the first-year lot.

"You…"

She pointed at one student and asked him to come forward with her finger. She looked very dominating while doing that.

"What's your name, boy?"

The boy she was talking about had black hair hair and sharp black eyes. He was tall with clear skin that had a tinge of red.

He was built muscular, a testament to his strict practice routine and sheer will. Among the bunch of boys that looked like they hadn't hit their growth spurt yet, he looked like the only one who could be called a man.

The kid lacked a beard. So he still had the boyish charm accompanying him with his seemingly mature body. A deadly combination for all the young girls' fluttering hearts.

"Name's Ken Riverine, ma'am."

Ken answered with a slight bow. His voice was firm and serene. He had the kind of bass in his voice that made him sound like an important man.