How can I have a heart of a demonic god in my body?! - Chapter 808 - 803: The Evil Cloud Guardian’s Choice

The world’s worst offense, is called Love.

Unidentified girl, a strange and familiar world. What she was looking for was not only the secret of her life experience, but also the truth about life and death. The boundary marker that appears in the dream is an obstacle or an opportunity. After falling into the vortex of fate, how the girl will choose, guard the rules, overturn the rules, and the trajectory of the world will be completely different.

[The book is suspenseful and mysterious. The number of words is expected to be at least one million. It is definitely not supervised. The new book and the new book hope that everyone will give more opinions and be grateful for everything. ]

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The reborn Prince Hechingen of the Swabian branch of the Hohenzollern family, sees the situation in Europe, and the war is about to start, so Europe doesn’t wait. Enclosure in East Africa, immigration development, and agricultural foundation, step by step, with the help of the crisis to achieve industrialization.

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Notice: This story contains R18+ themes, including violence, sensual and sexual content, blood-related addiction, and dark psychological elements. Reader discretion advised.I died in a library, crushed under centuries of forgotten knowledge. Fitting.Now I’ve woken up in a coffin, starving, undead, and very much not human.They call me a Fledgling—a bottom-feeder vampire barely above a ghoul. I’m weak, hunted, and tethered to a world straight out of a cursed tabletop campaign. It’s a classic fantasy realm—elves, knights, guilds, and dungeons—but twisted by a dark, rotting magic. The moon shines red, the gods are silent, and every town smells like fear.To make matters worse, I’ve been bound to a LitRPG system called the Blood Codex.Level up by draining blood.Unlock skills by embracing your monstrous nature.Resist Corruption... or don’t.There's no prophecy. No chosen one nonsense. No noble title. Just fangs, rot, and whatever I can steal, trick, or kill to survive.But the deeper I sink into this world’s underbelly, the more I realize something is watching me through the system. The rules are breaking. Dungeon bosses are going mad. Entire towns are disappearing.And I think I’m supposed to fix it… or maybe finish the job.