Classroom of the Elite (LN) - Vol 1 Chapter 4.1: Friend Part 1

The half-elf Sharlayan, who was excluded by his tribe since he was a child, got rid of the restriction of anti-addiction on the day he became an adult, and obtained his own golden finger-the “window” that can communicate with other worlds.

From this moment on, his every move will be under the attention of countless people from other worlds, but because of this, he has obtained a lot of vital information from the bullet screens of those sand sculpture netizens.

About the nature of Azeroth, the future of the high elves and Quel’Thalas, and, as a half-elf, my true origin.

The world is beginning to unravel the veil of mystery, and no matter whether Sarlayan is ready or not, the magnificent wave of the era is just around the corner.

“Children, embark on a journey, witness this vast and mysterious world with your own eyes, and discover the truth hidden behind it.”

“Don’t be ashamed of your half-elf blood, I believe that one day, you will fulfill my and your mother’s expectations, and make the whole of Azeroth proud of you!”

“…Also, who said your mother is human? Have you heard of Dragon Knight?”

――Father, Julian Deep Shadow

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Vampire Hunter: Blood Rights, a highly acclaimed Virtual Reality Roleplaying Game. Lucian Silver was a normal guy who worked months to afford this game.

He raced home the day his VR unit arrived with the game. His enthusiasm was so great he spent 12 hours to make his character look similar to the NPC with the same name as him.

His choice would change his life forever!

Lucian Von Silver was a baron who had a fiancé in the game that would devolve into one of the early villains because of his jealous and how the protagonist would approach his fiancé Carmilla. This friction would eventually escalate until he died at the hands of Lance. Carmilla also died trying to block the sword aimed at his heart, showing her true feelings that were hidden all these years.

The moment Lucian created his character, lightning struck his apartment first, frying his computer. He thought to salvage his computer only for the second bolt to arc and strike him. Lucian died instantly.

Lucian awoke to find himself inside a strange mansion inside a casket. He has switched bodies with the former NPC Lucian Von Silver the baron. His blood boiled, although he was given a second shot at life. He was stuck inside a useless playboy who had nothing but his body as capital.

His fiancé was the beautiful woman named Carmilla. She struggled to show her emotions properly, which led to the strangely dense playboy and her to miss each other’s affection for each other.

Lucian felt despair. He wasn’t smart enough to survive with ease. Neither was he a martial artist with hidden powers. Just an unfortunate boy who failed to protect his sister and became a shut in.

A system appeared to save him from death.

[The Seduction System]

This system would help him grow out of his otaku personality. He’d gain a currency called Seduction Power [SP]. With this currency, he could buy various items, power-ups and bloodlines. But to gain this, he needed to seduce, molest, and have sex with women. He felt uplifted with a system aiding him. But he was a virgin with no female experience. What did he know about seduction? Could he really use this system?

Let us follow Lucian on his dark and thrilling erotic adventures. Will he kill the [Hero] Lance, or just flirt with his fiancée after discovering her deep affection?

But... Would the dark tides of fate and destiny allow him to be so relaxed simply by seducing women?

Light novel Shura field harem morality is inhuman

I have an app that can be exchanged for “sloppy blonde long hair, coercion success rate + 10%.”

Is there something wrong with the style of “photography”?

(ps: In fact, this is a pure love story, but I happen to like Renqi.)

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“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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