MTL - COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew - Chapter 1072 See you in the morning on the 8th

In a world where strength reigns supreme and only the strong are revered, conflict and injuries are commonplace.

Billions of light years away, on a planet where magic flows through every creature, two dominant species battle for supremacy, 'Humans and Ants'.In this world, Ants aren’t just insects, they are the most intelligent and powerful race who challenged humans, wielding magic and evolving in ways no one can predict.Reborn as an ant in this brutal, predator-filled realm, Kai refuses to accept a life of insignificance. With a sarcastic system, ultimate skills, bizarre evolution choices, and a talent for chaos, he sets out to defy fate.From dodging death against Dragon Men, Ape Men, Wolf Men and Termite Kings, etc to building his own army, Kai’s journey is one of relentless growth, cunning strategy, and outrageous battles.Survive! Evolve! Conquer! The world isn’t ready for the rise of the most overpowered ant in history.

On a random day, at a random place… I died.And by the grace of gods, got reincarnated in a world that has put a label over my head of Otaku.'Rise of the Thunder Emperor. 'Same clichè dense hero and harem of beauties involved in an Academy setting.I would have accepted my fate if I had gotten in some mob's body but no…I had to be a villain who was destined to taste the awakened power of the protagonist, firsthand.I planned to manage my life through this whole mess and if possible get that milf teacher on the way too.But why the heck this hero is behaving like he knows what I am going to do?Why are these heroines not performing their roles and turning yandere for me but not the protagonist?And the milf I tried to trap is now flirting in the middle of the whole school?Why did things turn out so hectic?___________…A/N: - Give the story at least ten chapters before you guys judge.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.