MTL - Nightmare’s Call (Summoner of Nightmares) - Chapter 495 Destiny 3

Umm, well, I will make it really short and just tell you what you can expect in this one.As my other novel, it will also be a smut one but this time it is a magic world.Our MC was the demon king, who gets killed by the hero in the war and gets reborn in that same world again as the son of...(you will know after reading)Then begins his new life with a lot of adventures, along with many beauties around him.So give it a try atleast and tell me your opinion on comments. The more you comment, the more chapters you will get.Also go and check out my other novel, you will love that one for sure.

“Confession Rejection System 1.0: Every time you reject a confession, you become stronger!”

As a weak, helpless and pitiful 3-year-old child, Amamiya Noriko,

In the crisis-ridden world of Conan, he became a kindergarten friend of Kudo Shinichi.

It seems that only by refusing to confess can you live more than a thousand episodes.

Conan: That guy Amamiya is playing with other people’s minds again.

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Traveling through the era of national beasts, Su Yi discovered that his pet beasts could actually choose a special evolutionary route!

When others are still trying to make the red fox evolve into a flaming fox, his nine-tailed fox fairy has already fallen in love with Liaozhai;

When others are still trying to make the thorn grass evolve into a thorn tree, his queen of thorns has already suffered from secondary school;

…

Looking at these strange beasts, Su Yi fell into contemplation.

Will I still be a beastmaster in the future?

This is the demon!

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”