I Have Countless Clones - Chapter 319 - : Beautiful Master (1)

Gojo Satoru always knew he could travel back in time whenever his life was in danger. After surviving betrayal, the battle at the Prison Realm, and his fight with Sukuna, he realized he needed a fresh start. When he opened his eyes, he was sixteen again—his first day at Jujutsu High. Nothing had happened yet. This was his chance to change everything.But something was wrong. Geto Suguru was missing.Gojo searched all of Tokyo but found no trace of him. Then, a year later, during a mission near Shinjuku Station, he spotted a familiar face—a boy with a bun and strange bangs.Gojo’s heart raced.Geto Suguru: “Who are you?”

Earth has changed and with it so has humanity.Follow Miwen as he makes use of his Gift, Gacha Kingdom Building.

It all started when the protagonist downloaded a game called “The Fool (Beta Version)”. Since then, his life has changed.

A simple text adventure game with no graphics, no music, only lines of text and countless options, but every option in the game will affect the player’s fate, because on the opposite side of the game is a real unknown world!

Players cannot enter the different world, nor can they see the scene of the different world. They can only experience what the game characters see and hear every step of the way in the different world through the form of text.

With the progress of the game, not only the rewards in the game can be realized in reality, but also various abnormal creatures in the game began to appear in reality.

Until one day, the game will be tested globally.

An era in which all people explore and hunt treasures in different worlds through “text adventures” is quietly unfolding!

- Description from novelbuddy

There is an ugly beast that violates women in prison.

A treacherous beast that is feared and called a “Butcher”.

That’s me.

I was once a human but now I can’t even remember my own name.

I can’t speak, and I don’t understand a word they say.

It is in this deep loneliness that I am pouring my essence into the women everyday.

I pour my burning rage into them.

Over and over again, until they conceive.

From morning till night. Until the women’s souls withered.

To show them that I’m an excellent stallion and an obedient domestic animal.

But my soul has not perished yet.

I will break free from this prison soon. And when I do, it will be your last.

Every human who betrayed me, every demon who altered me, I will trample down like an ant.

And it won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

The dawn of the beast is near.