Ball of Nothing - Chapter 570 - The Messiah

“I was born as a princess in the most powerful lineage in the world… but that lineage is now on the verge of collapse.”In a kingdom where strength is everything, royal blood has long ceased to produce true powerhouses. Sects and clans are just waiting for our family to show weakness so they can tear us apart.But this lineage is not dead yet.He is still here.A being feared even by the strongest cultivators.The only reason this kingdom still stands.And me?If I want to survive in a world where only power matters… I must become a monster feared by all.

The story begins similarlly—a mid-level corporate worker dies and awakens in another world as a 19-year-old—but from there, Eren follows a very different path.Erik, a mid-level office worker, had a simple dream:“Graduate college.Get a job.Screw MILFs.”But reality wasn't so kind to him. Due to his hastiness, he forgot to check the company's background and accidentally enlisted himself into a black company—a corporate hellhole that literally made employees work to death.Such was the fate of our protagonist, Erik.Exhausted after working nonstop 12-hour shifts for seven days straight, he lost his grip on reality and met a meaningless death, collapsing onto his desk in an office nobody would mourn.Yet, reality wasn't entirely cruel either.He suddenly transmigrated into the body of an 18-year-old—young, energetic, muscular, and brimming with vitality. And best of all?He woke up sleeping right next to someone!“What? I'm transmigrated sleeping right next to my step-aunt?!”Even crazier: in this new world, beauty standards were completely reversed. Here, the pinnacle of femininity was a skinny figure with small boobs and an even smaller ass, and women who didn’t fit that mold—busty, curvy MILFs—were mostly ignored, discarded, and lonely.“How crazy is that?” Eren voiced, grinning from ear to ear.But all of that was about to change, since he was here now. He'd make all MILFs his—starting with his deliciously thick, step-aunt.

After transmigrating into a SF (Science Fiction) novel and enduring cruel hardships, I ascended to the throne as the Emperor of the Galactic Empire.[Welcome to the Integrated Dimensional Community.]As the community’s Lone SF Transmigrator, I unleashed the poison of new cultures on the uncivilized primitives of the Otherworlds.-Let there be light. To judge the horde of evil, the Apostle of the Goddess sent down a Graviton Surge. Thus, in that place was light along with a massive explosion…-The Grand Duke of the North has shown great interest in your Heattech…-I, as a Namgung, am thankful for the grace akin to the vast sea provided by the Great Hero. By virtue of the Vibroblade bestowed by the Great Hero, the nefarious Demonic Cult has…It seems like these Otherworlders can’t get their sh*t together.