MTL - Everyday, Boss Is Pretending To Be Weak - Chapter 51 Less master is deceiving

Bong Jum, humanity's last hope, died on the final floor of the tower and transmigrates into another world as an immortal bat of a weak race, finding himself in a new reality. He needs to evolve into a higher race to gain the power to utilize his immortality; otherwise, he will have to either hide or be tormented by powerful foes.

[ALERT]

[Transformation Interrupted]

[Initiating again....]

[Failed again...]

[Finding a suitable species and transforming from the beginning...]

[Found species name: Bat]

[Transforming the body into a Bat]

[Transformation Completed]

Using his power as a Vampire, he will turn humans into Vampires and create his own Kingdom with the power of the System that he acquired when he reincarnated. His loyal servants, under his command, will do his bidding, and he will rise as an Emperor of the new world, where both humans and Vampires could co-exist once again. Or will it be a world dominated solely by Vampires?

Disclaimer: This web novel is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are products of the author's imagination. The story is intended purely for entertainment purposes and does not aim to offend or hurt anyone's feelings. Reader discretion is advised.

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A dungeon core novel. But with bees. A bee dungeon, if you will. Oh, and something about a young man finding his place in the world and maybe learning about the deadly calamity that threatens all of humanity. But mostly the bee thing.

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.

On one spring evening when I was eight years old, I, Erica, Duke of Aurelia’s daughter, realized something.