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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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News Hour

Two months after Team Claho's mass wipeout.

Eren was seen drinking at a lounge facility made for Edinburgh army personnel. He was sitting alone at his table in a corner away from any attention.

He had worn a large black overcoat and black pants. There was an insignia of the kingdom of Edinburgh attached to the right shoulder in the form of a strap. On his left shoulder, there were runic inscriptions that would spectrally project his army joining details if and when he runs his mana through it.

This was the standard uniform in the Edinburgh army for Ace rankers like him. It was just that nobody else had worn their uniforms in the lounging area apart from him. They were all in casuals or their personal gear.