MTL - The Most Shining Little Chicken in the Wolf Palace - Chapter 46 046

A sudden and unprecedented event occurred and took place on Earth.A fissure instantly appeared in the clear blue sky, revealing a void devoid of any light beyond, instantly covering the whole planet, leaving no Life, no Hell, and no Paradise behind...Hence the start of a new chaos and a great beginning of life devoid of any hope began.In this apocalypse and lawless world without any limits set upon its beings, a silent dark wisp took form.A wisp that was bound to become the Horror of All was born...“Wait… I’ve become a Ghost?!”

The doomsday fell upon the earth when a dragon coffin sealed under a snow mountain for ages shifted, and the civilization of gods and devils began. The whole universe turned into a fantastic new world where everyone could rise to the top through cultivation. A lucky young boy seized the opportunity, and started his journey to be an overlord in cultivation.

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ichiro sakutaa 16 year old High schoolstudent who is so hornythat even the boy's are afraid of him and no one tries to be close with him, and he doesn't get any sex in his world due to some acts of his and verious reasons that we will find out,but one day he gets transmigrated to another world where gender morales are reversed and women's are more sexually aggressiveas soon as he realised this he begins his journey to start hisHarem but he doesn't understand that he is letting his impulsive thoughts to do evil things and becomes a sexual perverted serial killer( his Harem will not accept eachother )( either with one of them or be dead )( rape, piss drinking, scat, loli, pedo, super pedo, femboy, cross-dressing, heavy spitting/saliva drinking fetish, heavy necrophilia sex, cannibalism sex, food sex fetish, incest, forced feminization, penetration, sexual killing, zoophilia, animal sexual abuse )mc is beyond degeneration pure evil

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.”