100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 425 - Finished

Aldred was a 20-year-old man who killed himself because he couldn't stand how the world treated him.

He prayed for a life that he could be grateful for.

And unexpected to him, the gods heard his prayer.

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I welcome you to the world of fantastic imaginations where swords and magic clashed.

What to expect: A lot of beautiful girls. OP MC, weak to strong, sucking things. Milk. lots of milk. Adventure. And Comedy.

Warning: You might laugh too hard reading this story.

Note: This is an adventure story. The 1-10 chap is a prologue of some sort. But I advise you not to skip them, I am sure you will find them hilarious.

Note: Will there be milf and incest? Yes, but at the later part of the story. MC has to fight his way to earn these rewards. So follow his journey first.

NO NTR

Note: The cover is not mine. If you want me to take it down, please ask.

I had nothing left to live for.No family. No friends. No future.Just a shattered soul wandering through a world that had already taken everything.Then I died.And that’s when everything changed.I woke in a world of light. A void between realms. A place where gods whisper and broken souls wait to be judged. There, I met Ashen Crimson—a man who had once been worshipped, then feared, and finally cursed by the very gods he had defied. A tyrant who had destroyed his own world.But now, he’s offering me something terrifying:His life. His past. His power. His chance to make things right.The catch?The world of Zerawell is fractured.Ashen’s name is soaked in blood.His fate is sealed—exile, ruin, and eternal hatred.And now, it’s my name.Because I’ve been reborn as Ashen Crimson, heir to a house that both reveres and reviles me. A noble with dormant shadow magic, a shattered reputation, and a cursed destiny I never asked for.But I’ve lived a life of pain. I’ve walked alone through hell already.And I won’t follow his footsteps into madness.With a divine system familiar in my soul, a second chance burning in my chest, and the memories of a monster as my burden—I will rewrite this fate.Let them call me villain, disgrace, or traitor.I didn’t choose this story.But I’ll finish it.Even if it kills me.

On the Star Network there is a gourmet food broadcast, where all you can see are a pair of hands. However each dish that this broadcast comes out with is earthshakingly delicious. What’s more, the broadcast anchor’s voice is simply perfect!

With the broadcast’s rising popularity, several food programs extended him an olive branch. When the anchor appeared on screen, as they suspected, he is handsome enough to incur the wrath of both men and gods! The fans licked their screens with increasing frenzy, but after licking a while, they discovered…

Fans:…Wait a minute, isn’t this our fatally-ill idol who hasn’t long to live?

Small Gong: Take these damned nutrient solutions and throw them away! And get me that broadcast anchor!

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The daughter of a duke, the stuttering Maximilian, married a knight of lowly status at her father’s coercion.