I Became a Mafia in the Academy - Chapter 322

Kyle broke free.He finally punched that guy in the face!But yeah, in return, he and his cronies would beat Kyle to death. Kind of a bad deal, but screw them anyway!He didn't regret punching this guy even once!However, just when Kyle was getting his face pushed in, a powerful Magic Lady intervened and offered him a job. Bit of a weird time to recruit someone, but sure.What was his job?He had to go to a different world and become its Overseer, whatever that meant. This entire deal seemed a bit shady.A world where one person can fight thousands of people.A world where gigantic beasts shattered mountains.Sadly, Kyle was just some random guy. He couldn't shatter mountains. Hell, he could barely fight a single guy.Well, that just meant he had to grow more powerful.And during Kyle's stay in that world, he would realize that he really liked the feeling of breaking stuff with his big hammer.Join Kyle on his journey to become the Strongest Hammer God.

“Classes” are given at the age of 10, and the presence or absence of “skills” greatly affect life. Arel, the son of “Sword Princess” Fara and “Magic King” Leon, has been branded as “Classless”… But even without a job or skills, Arel believes he can persevere through effort.

Flatten the Devil's Palace, eradicate the demonic cult, slaughter the demon lairs, sweep through the demon realm, dominate the heavens and earth, control the three realms, be the supreme master of the mysterious sect, master of the Nine Yin, the 17th head of the North Star Sword Sect, the Heavenly Fiend Lone Star, the Supreme Sword Soul, the Supreme Infinite Mysterious Heavenly Wishful Great Sword Patriarch... Also known as Iron Egg, known for the wild history of relentless killing.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.