MTL - Human Shackles - Chapter 8 "Nine Thousand Five Hundred Twenty Seven"

In regards to the MMORPG Cross Reverie, Sakamoto Takuma boasted an overwhelming strength that was enough for him to be called the Demon King by the other players. One day, he gets summoned to another world with his appearance in the game. There, there are two people that insist “I am the real summon master.” Takuma gets slave-turning magic used for summoned beasts cast on him by the girls –

Then there’s James Bellini. His nickname? The Angel of Death.The man everyone fears. The man they all whisper about in dark corners. They say he’s merciless, that he has killed more people than anyone in the Circle. No one dares cross him. But there’s a secret, one that no one knows.James Bellini has never killed anyone. Not once.The rumors started because of a misunderstanding, a mistake so deep that even he couldn’t fix it. Now, the entire underworld fears him. Even the other bosses treat him like an equal, like he’s one of them. But the truth? The truth is something only God himself could untangle. And James? He’s just a man caught in the middle of it all.

After transmigrating to the parallel world of Blue Star, I, a top influencer, being exposed of having multiple girlfriends?Awakened a system, and the system has a kind of performance card prop which, when used, directly adds to performance?Fans:“Haha, it's good that this dead scrub was exposed, such a person should fade into obscurity!”“No way, how did this dead scrub's album break nine million sales, are you guys sick? You drop your fandom yet still buy his albums?”“What, the dead scrub's online store exploded in sales? It's all fans buying? What kind of crazy fans are these, get out!”“Ah, he broke five billion in box office now? The industry is buzzing about his fans being the top in breaking ranks?”“What happened to swearing off being fans and blacklisting him for life? Is this your idea of blacklisting!?”

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadow began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallowing saliva. Hunger is the best spur.