MTL - Lord of Nine Stars - Chapter 95 hateful

The way of a Demon Lord - since the beginning of time, countless demons dreamt of it but few dared to tread on it, and even fewer reached its end. But the rarest of them all were some special demons who were not allowed to step on it, because if they were to become a Demon Lord- even the other lords would have to bow their heads. Abhorred and hunted by all, they could not do anything but hide till their lifespans came to an end. But for the first time ever, one such demon chose to do otherwise.

Follow Adrian Darkheart as he uses his special demonic power, superior intellect and innate brutality to walk the path of chaos and destruction and become the greatest Demon Lord ever.

Warning: The story is exceedingly dark and contains explicit mature and gore scenes.

He doesn’t just tame beasts—he conquers everything.Nothing is off-limits to Rex. Beasts. Humans. Gods. Artifacts. If it has a will, it belongs to him. He tames the untamable.“I’ll choose death over submission.”Foolish!“I’ll tame the soul—or devour you wholly.”Ding…[Taming {Primordial One's Soul} Successful]From the lowliest creatures to the most powerful gods, Rex's reach knows no bounds. His taming system grants him power over life, death, and even fate itself.No beast too mighty. No human too proud. No artifact too ancient.What if even the very consciousness of the world bows to him? Will he stop there or search for a bigger ground to dominate?---What to expect?- Overpowered MC- Fast to medium pacing of progression.- A fantasy world filled with diverse creatures and power system.- Join Rex and uncover the mysteries of this magical world!

“When the old gods are forgotten, they do not die—they wait.”In the year 1025, the Viking Age wanes.Iceland bows to Christ. The Althing governs by law. And the gods of old fade to whispers.But in the far Westfjords, something stirs.Vetrulfr, a former Varangian captain and exile, returns from the East with foreign gold, forgotten warcraft, and a hunger no man can name.He comes not in peace, but to raise Ullrsfjörðr from ash and ice; building walls, carving runes, and waging war on behalf of a dying faith.From Reykjavík to Aachen, rumors spread: a ghost walks the North once more. Some call him the son of Ullr. Others, a wolf-cloaked demon.But all will know his name.and when the Valkyries call, he will answer.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.