MTL - Demon Lord Priest II - v6 Chapter 31 Lava Sea and Magical Girl (9)

Liam Sera Banfield is a reincarnator.

~ Erothyria is a world where depravity and fantasy collides ~ And this world is where Dagwood Ackley was thrust into! After picking up the rejected video game called ‘The Daughters of Eros,’ Dagwood is reincarnated into the game and is reborn as a son of Eros! But...it is impossible! No Mother is allowed to begat a son! He takes the identity; Aeric of Starlight, and gains extreme beauty and charm as the first and only ever son of the God Eros. But what is his task? Ding! [Claim all the wives and daughters of Eros] Ding! [Defeat the Goddess of Lust and Claim her!] Ding! [Build a harem of Queen Mothers and daughters and take over the Throne of Eros!] With the Celestial Depravity System, Aeric becomes the most sought after male in all of Erothyria, but he must defend this land from the evil dragons and titans, and in the end, [Claim] it all for himself!

Xu Yiren, who has 300,000 fans, scolded Song Tianmei, a new traffic flower with more than 5 million fans, on Weibo: “Who in China doesn’t know that Gu Yu is your backstage!” People are sitting at home, and the pot is coming from the sky.

Gu Yu: “Excuse me?”

Three months later, Gu Yu put his hand on Xu Yiren’s side and said softly, “I have never been the backstage of anyone in my life, but from today onwards, I will be your backstage.”

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”