MTL - Legend of the Cultivation God - v2 Chapter 3960 A misstep is a thousand years of hatred, and then look back is a hundred years old

First, this isn’t a story about how to seek survival during Doomsday! It’s rather about how to bring about the end of of times, to bring down the curtain on the world. It’s about how to set off a Zombie frenzy, how to lead the Devil into invasion, and how to guide the descent of Zerg! In this game of doom, I’m the source of everything!

Second, I need to thank those brethren who accompanied me until now. My thanks go to the Lich Monarch, Arthas Menethil (game: World of Warcraft), bringer of endless winter and death; to Alex Mercer (game: Prototype), who created life by consuming viruses; to the Worst Spirit Tokisaki Kurumi (Light Novel: Date a Live), controller of time; to the Magus Ascendant Xerath (Game: League of Legends), imprisoned by runes.

Ladies and Gentlemen, lets bring about a carnival of doom!

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[Werewolf Mature Content 18+]

This is a story about a Werewolf’s love story with a Boy of Rare Blood; of course, their love story will not go smoothly.

But it is the strength of their love that will bring their destiny in the future to be brighter and coveted by many people.

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“He won’t be able to stop preying on male or female Werewolf Betas until he finds his soul mate!” The Elder said.

And dad says if I haven’t found my soul mate, then I can be more dangerous than that.

Because what I’m afraid of is that I’m going to slaughter someone else’s Werewolf Beta. Because it has happened several times in several cities. When I rampage at the full moon, I never slaughter an unpaired Werewolf Beta.

But I always slaughter the Werewolf Beta that has a partner. It’s one of my curses.

Because of that incident, my father and I became fugitives from many Werewolf members who were in several cities. And they were after me to cut off my head. They called me.

“Cursed Werewolf!”

.....

Yeah, That’s many people call me, My name is David, David Henderson.

—–

“You’re My Mate!” Said the handsome boy named David, to Leon.

Starting from the meeting of Leon and a new student named David, Unaware that his life will change after that.

Leon doesn’t know that David is a Werewolf and has an Alpha level position, who has just moved to the city of Ohio.

[Werewolf Mature Content 18+]

This is a story about a Werewolf’s love story with a Boy of Rare Blood; of course, their love story will not go smoothly.

But it is the strength of their love that will bring their destiny in the future to be brighter and coveted by many people.

——

“He won’t be able to stop preying on male or female Werewolf Betas until he finds his soul mate!” The Elder said.

And dad says if I haven’t found my soul mate, then I can be more dangerous than that.

Because what I’m afraid of is that I’m going to slaughter someone else’s Werewolf Beta. Because it has happened several times in several cities. When I rampage at the full moon, I never slaughter an unpaired Werewolf Beta.

But I always slaughter the Werewolf Beta that has a partner. It’s one of my curses.

Because of that incident, my father and I became fugitives from many Werewolf members who were in several cities. And they were after me to cut off my head. They called me.

“Cursed Werewolf!”

.....

Yeah, That’s many people call me, My name is David, David Henderson.

—–

“You’re My Mate!” Said the handsome boy named David, to Leon.

Starting from the meeting of Leon and a new student named David, Unaware that his life will change after that.

Leon doesn’t know that David is a Werewolf and has an Alpha level position, who has just moved to the city of Ohio.

Gazing at the Starbucks café at the airports had become a ritual for her. A desperate attempt as she hoped against hope to see him again, probably get one more chance to kiss him again.

Looking at the store all lost, she walked ahead, but stumbled and bumped against someone.

The cup of coffee that he had in his hand spilled all over just like the first time when she had met him.

“Jesus Christ”, he muttered.

The moment she heard the voice she looked up and saw his face. It was the same face that had promised to stay next to her, till death did them apart.

Tears flooded her eyes and she could barely speak, “I knew you would come back for me Raymond”. She raised herself on her toes in an attempt to kiss him, but he blocked her lips with his palm.

“Whoa, whoa, Miss !!! I guess you have mistaken me for someone else.”

“What are you saying, Raymond? It's me, your Akira. The love of your life, your fiancée,” she said and stretched her hand showing the ring on her finger.

He stared at the ring for quite some time and then looked at her face apologetically and said,

“Miss please, I am already a married man.”

And then he silently walked away.

I was just your average burnout. Now I’m a kobold in a dungeon where everything wants to eat me—and frankly, I get it. I look delicious.Reincarnated as the weakest possible monster in the worst possible place, I start with nothing but panic, backward knees, and a skill called Civilization Mimicry—which is sealed. Because of course it is.But survival isn't the story.This is the story of what comes after.Of finding meaning in the scraps. Of building law from ashes. Of kindling memory in a place designed to erase.Because even if the world sees kobolds as nothing, I’ve seen what we used to be.And I’m going to bring it back.Firelight by firelight. Burial by burial. One fragile tradition at a time.Because if the world wants kobolds to be nothing?Then I’ll teach it what nothing becomes when it learns to dream.