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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

Spell Integration + Compound Elemental Fusion

Eren had outgrown his reliance on the Blood Seeds for shape-shifting.

This marked one of the most significant advantages he'd gained since ascending to the B-Rank. He now possessed the liberty to seamlessly morph into the various races he'd procured Blood Seeds from.

Though his Shapeshifting had been relatively seamless even during his time as an Adept Ranker, it had become even more refined following the evolution of his B-Rank mana core.

The Tank from the Layos squadron, sent to quell him, had met his end at Eren's hands. Yet, this was merely the inception of his onslaught; a multitude of adversaries lay before him, ripe to experience the full force of his newfound powers. Determined and ruthless, he advanced, choosing to confront them individually, while his summoned creatures held the others at bay.

The battlefield was a discordant symphony of spell detonations and weapon collisions, the gravity of the situation rendering any taunts or banter obsolete.