WPC NOV Winner *** “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
Alaric knelt on the blood-soaked ground, his breath ragged, his body trembling from both pain and exhaustion. His right arm was gone, the stump wrapped hastily in torn cloth to stem the bleeding. His once-pristine armor was shattered, barely clinging to his battered form, and his body bore countless wounds—each a reminder of the brutal battle against Pazu.
It had been three days since the formless entity was defeated, but the price of victory weighed heavily on him. He turned his gaze to the field around him, and his expression darkened.
The bodies of five Bloodcrown elders lay lifeless nearby, their once-mighty forms reduced to hollow shells. Each of them had given their all to ensure Pazu's destruction, their sacrifices carved into the very earth. They had been pillars of strength, mentors, and warriors without equal. Now, they were gone.