Flowers Drunk Fill the Hall - Chapter 872 - 852: Lantern Festival

When a jaded male prostitute dies and awakens in the decadent golden city of Prismillya, he finds himself at the bottom of a brutal underground caste system where slaves are ranked, owned, and traded like currency. Reborn in the delicate, cursed body of Loona—a femboy succubus marked as “Guttermeat”—he’s locked in the lowest level of a prison brothel-city ruled by lust, power, and cruelty. But Loona has one secret: with every body he conquers, he steals a piece of his partner’s strength.Armed with wit, seduction, and a thirst for revenge, Loona decides he won’t just survive this hell—he’ll fuck his way to the top.------------------------------------------------------------------Additional tags: Dark Fantasy, Erotic Fantasy, Smutty Isekai, Gothic Dystopia, Prison Break, Queer Fantasy, Urban Dungeonpunk, Slave System Hierarchy, Fantasy Erotica, Magical Realism

After all, transmigrators of this era were no simple matter. Some became slimes, others turned into treasure chest monsters, and some were even reduced to mere skull--such things were all commonplace.It was nothing more than playing a villain, Shiayar didn't care. Wasn't it only natural to pay some price to become stronger?[Destined Great Villain System][“Let this world feel the agony!”][Newcomer Mission: Let the young and naive Grand Duke's daughter of the Azure Garden Dukedom, Miss Silvia, experience the betrayal of her loved ones and, amidst the pain and despair, complete her transformation and rebirth.]

Time travel became a member of the Hakka family who beat the enemy. He is the twin brother of Yiermi, who is the odd one. He began to receive assassination training at the age of three, and began to perform missions at the age of six.

His hands were covered with blood, and his feet were full of bones. His legend began as a killer.

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This is an unremarkable hunter fanfic.

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Leon Vale’s world stopped when the chamber labeled him F-Rank, no spark, just Empty Core.One dozen sparks in a sea of a thousand chances. A near-miracle of failure, somehow flopped harder than flatlining.In Neo-Veridia, strength rules the game, no exceptions. Those who are tough get hailed as champions; others? They're stuck cleaning up messes. Might makes right here, plain and simple.Leon ended up on the ground. That’s where he landed, no surprise there.Later, the red moon climbed into view. Right after, creatures smashed past the shield. His siblings stood near death yet deep in his Empty Core, an old force stirred awake.[ SHADOW EXTRACTION SYSTEM ACTIVATED ]Leon takes energy from whatever he defeats. Each time a creature falls, he gains more strength. As shadows vanish into him, he drifts toward a mystery - something waits in a space beyond places: a seat atop no land, while a voiceless headpiece calls out to him through empty dark.Yet taking what’s not yours brings trouble.On top of everything else, the Evernight Alliance caught wind. Not just vampires - werewolves too. Old creatures that oughta be myths are poking at the city’s walls, messing up dungeon cores, chasing whatever’s pumping out that dark energy signal.Hunting for him.Leon’s stuck in a risky move, quietly getting stronger so he can shield his folks, hitting school while sneaking around to pull out shadows, acting powerless even though some old, grim force now names him successor.That F-Rank tag? Total fake. His Empty Core isn't broken, it fights. Each darkness he swallows drags him nearer to a reality he can’t face yetNot every seat of power fits a hero.Some crowns come from shadows, built on bones.Some kids just inherit stuff whether they like it or not.The Crimson Moon marked the start. What’s coming next? Things are about to heat up.