Master of the Stars - Chapter 125: Chains From the Void (Part 2/2)

SynopsisElian was once a healer—a rare one. His body fluids could cure any wound, and because of that, he was treated not as a person, but as a tool. Abused and violated by both men and women in his own guild, Flameborne, he endured unspeakable horrors in silence. In their final battle against the Demon Lord, they abandoned him like discarded trash.But death was not the end.The gods took pity. Reborn as Caelan Virelith and blessed by a goddess, he awakens in a new world with a powerful gift: the ability to form Essence Links—magical bonds forged through intimacy that unlock skills, power, and potential. Still a healer, but no longer powerless, Caelan begins his journey not only to grow stronger, but to hunt down those who broke him... and make them kneel.This time, he decides who gets saved.--Content Warning:This story contains mature themes, including sexual content, abuse, and revenge. It is intended for readers 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.

The Demon Lord was as strong as a fly.

So when I swatted him away after sleeping in on the morning of the fight.

The world trembled and the goddess descended.

“Please... Please just fucking go back. I don't want to die.”

And sent me and the hero back to Earth.

Except she had taken away all my powers, and...

[Welcome to the Earth’s Apocalypse - Scenario 1 is currently in progress]

[Congratulations, you have been chosen by the Strongest Dragon God system, would you like to accept?]

HELL. NO.

A system is for losers.

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