Silver Overlord - Chapter 498 - Trouble Comes Knocking

I just wanted to draw manga quietly. Now I’m being stalked by a yandere beauty, mistaken as a boyfriend, and recruited into clubs to solve their problems. Seriously, I’m just here to draw... why is everyone treating me like the main character of a rom-com?

[Ding! You have stopped the Cromothean Invasion! You have unlocked the Adamantine Battle Armor (Level 3)][Ding! You have solved the Cosmic Formula! The cosmic entities have grown wary of your existence.]Years ago, way before I was even born, humanity was reminded that we weren't alone in the universe, and our world was invaded by a race of alien conquerors that called themselves the Ravemites.It was ghastly. And humanity was soon on the brink of extinction until, we were saved by an Intergalactic Organization that called themselves Starcore Nebula.Years later, in the middle of this chaotic relationship between mankind and alien, I, Eric Kaiser — a regular 18 year old kid who had always looked up to these heroes of earth, aspired to be just like them even without awakening any talent, lost my parents in the apocalypse.Since then, I lost any aspirations I had, any admiration I harbored towards these intergalactic agents. Till one day, I came across a strange system that changed my life forever, then I awakened a talent too.That Talent's Name was D.E.L.T.A.And because of it, I was linked to the greatest technological system in the universe, create state of the art weaponry out of thin air? Easy. Hack into the universe's most elite security system? Piece of cake. Being wanted by cosmic beauties across the galaxy? Child's play.But I didn't go unnoticed, soon enough rival galactic organizations and even alien warlords from all over the universe wanted me gone at any cost, so if they wanted to wage a war against me, bring it on.I have no desire to become a intergalactic hero, but with this system, I am justice.So the battle to save earth from these so-called conquerors? it wasn't just the planet's fight anymore, it was mine. They made sure of that the day they let my parents died.

A Story of banging women's all time.Mike, a 20-year-old supermarket worker, has lived a frustrating life, longing for intimacy but failing to find it. One rainy evening, after finishing his shift, he is struck by a speeding truck while crossing the road and dies instantly. However, his death was a mistake of Angel.__________________________________________He has a Goal in his Life, Fuck a Milf.The Angel Promised him Another Life in Another world, which is backward and Undeveloped.He Got Super Skills to Control women's and fuck them.Will Mike make his dream Come True, or Anything else.[Tags*- #HAREM #R18 #MAGIC #REINCARNATION #ADULT #SYSTEM #SUPERPOWERS #CULTIVATION #DARK]

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.