The Terminally Ill Young Master of the Baek Clan - Chapter 239

[A Harry Potter Fanfic]In this Harry Potter fanfic, a young man is reborn into the wizarding world. After graduating from Hogwarts, he adopts a hidden persona to explore the underground world of British wizarding society while supporting the orphanage where he grew up through commissions. However he returns to Hogwarts accepting a commission with uncertain motives.***********************************************The Wizarding World and all its wonderful witches & wizards belong to J.K. Rowling, Author of Harry Potter Series.***********************************************I don't own the picture in the novel cover, if there's some problems contact me in reviews section, I will take it down.**********************************************I will post some Extra Chapters in patreon, you can check it out. >> patreon.com/FicFrenzy

“Wait a minute… why does this truck have no driver-”An average man was hit by two trucks and was suddenly reincarnated in another world with the help of Rher, the God of Fate; but it seemed like this new world he was in had magic, classes, and even a very game-like approach to it?Your class is decided at your birth with no way to change or choose it, and yet here he was, with the [Chosen One] talent and the [Class Wheel] skill, which allowed him to spin the wheel to gain a class every time.And so the first time he spanned the wheel during a fight...“What the fuck is the SSS-ranked 'Domination' class? Never heard of it!”Follow the story of Stark as he faces all the challenges of this world and tries to survive everything and anything that comes at him.

Being given a chance and reincarnated is nice and all, yet why do I have to become that male friend who just watches the protagonist flirting with his harem?---World: Kaguya-sama: Love Is War - Hyouka ----

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.