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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

Grayback · 奇幻
分數不夠
1922 Chs

Eren vs Nira Nightshade P2

'Unbelievable. Do these powers really belong to a mere C-ranker?"

Nira Nightshade started doubting if there was a fundamental difference between the Expert rankers that she knew of versus the Expert rankers of the current generation. Eren had broken the conventional mold with his survivability alone.

Eren healed himself completely except for his torn clothes. He ran his fingers through his hair before rotating his neck. He stretched his limbs, made some bone-cracking sounds, and jumped on the spot a few times to check his well-being.

'I feel…. Hungry.'

Eren slapped his now-healed tummy a few times as it was making rumbling noises. His bloodline powers were at their peak, shooting his metabolism to insane levels because of constant cellular destruction and construction.

He felt like he could kill for some meat.

The butcher felt liberated. Not because he enjoyed the fact that he was being beaten up. But because he had faced his fear of standing up to a Sage ranker.