MTL - God Of Slaughter - Chapter 169 Eight-pole evil spirits

Sunless once wondered why the stars shone so brightly, despite being far out of reach. There was a scientific explanation out there, but he didn’t care about that. If the world wanted to spite him, he’d spite the world back.Sunny will reach for the stars, grasp them, and crush them, drowning the universe with a lightless sky.

-The well-known characters of your favourite series get into orgy-In a world where anime universes collide, an omnipotent, perverted god known as The Great Weeb Overlord grows bored of endless power fantasies and shonen battles. Instead of another tournament arc, he decides to host the ultimate crossover event—one fueled by raw passion, unfiltered ecchi energy, and the deepest desires of fandom itself.When Kazuya, an average, luckless otaku, is inexplicably summoned as the “Chosen One” to oversee this legendary gathering of flesh, he finds himself surrounded by the most iconic waifus and husbandos of all time—Asuka, Rem, Bulma, Zero Two, Hinata, Erza, Akeno, Saber, Makima, and many more. Even some of the most unexpected faces (yes, even from wholesome anime) are caught in the gravitational pull of this sinful singularity.As the Ultimate Fan Service begins, Kazuya must navigate the chaotic pleasure-fest while avoiding jealous yanderes, tsundere slap-fests, and the terrifying wrath of overpowered shonen protagonists who refuse to share the spotlight. But with reality itself warping under the influence of peak degeneracy, Kazuya soon realizes there may be no escape… and worse—he might actually enjoy it.Will he survive this NSFW isekai experience? Or will he be consumed by the horny abyss?One thing’s for sure—this is not your average anime crossover.

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”

Every night, he prayed. To every god on Earth.“Please, transport me to a fantasy world when I wake up tomorrow.”And then one day, his prayers were answered.Just not in the way he had hoped for.