What Happens When the Second Male Lead Powers Up - Chapter 126

You know what’s great? Turning eighteen.You know what’s not so great? Opening your eyes to a room you don’t know, followed by the world's most intense headache.This is how my story started. Where it goes from here is anyone's guess.---This is a Pokemon fanfic about a girl that gets brought into the Pokemon world from Earth.---This is my first time writing a fanfic so take it easy. Helpful criticism is appreciated and I may ask for suggestions but in the end I am writing this because I want to. I'm not sure what tags and genre will encompass this story but I will update it as it evolves.

Oh Kang-Woo suddenly fell into Hell one day. The only things he had were his desire to live and the Authority of Predation. He devoured hundreds of thousands of demons from the First Hell all the way to the Ninth Hell, and even made the seven princes of Hell bow down to him.

“Why are you trying to go back? You already have everything that you could possibly desire here in Hell.”

“I have everything? Like what?”

There was nothing to eat or enjoy! The only things in Hell were desolate lands and hideous demons!

“I’m going back.”

He finally goes back to Earth after ten grueling millennia.

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