Museum of Deadly Beasts - Chapter 10: Master

[All my novels contains mature themes this one included!! R18 Ahead. I'm damn good in it SO BEWARE!!!]Roger thought he’d seen enough horror and slaughter. But nothing prepared him for the day his mentor—an elite swordsman was ripped in half by something not even the gods should have created.Terrified, alone, and soaked in cold sweat, Roger fled deeper into a jungle that had swallowed countless heroes before him. But what awaited him wasn’t death. It was something far worse.A succubus.The succubus who drained him to his bones.He thought he would never woke up, but he found himself not dead, but reborn... in a temple carved from white stone, beneath the towering gaze of a statue unlike any god he had ever seen or heard.Then came the voice—deep, commanding, and ancient.“I am the God of Chaos. The ruler of the new world. The supreme—Hades.”With those words, Roger’s world unraveled.He was shown visions of a forgotten truth: the Ragnarok of the Gods was never an end, but a transformation. The six most powerful gods—righteous and evil—had not died, but merged. Their remnants gave birth to a being that defied all divine logic, a god born from contradictions: justice and malice, order and desire, light and destruction.Hades.Now, with a wicked grin stretching across the fabric of fate, the God of Chaos has made Roger an offer no sane man should accept... but no ambitious fool can resist.“So you want me to be your messenger? But what can I gain from it?” Roger asked with an expectant look.“Become my messenger I shall grant you the power to stand above all life—save for me.”But Roger is no noble hero. He’s a rogue, a pervert, a coward who cries when death knocks at the door. Yet he's also cunning, curious—and fatally tempted by power and the chance to live without ever bowing again.Now Roger a selfish bastard with a broken sword, a sharp tongue, and the spine to spit in a god’s eye must choose what kind of man he will become: pawn, parasite… or prophet of chaos.Now it looks like one bastard adventurer might just rewrite the fate of Nirn.

In her previous life, her family was destroyed.In this life, she was reborn and decided to save her family, never letting history repeat itself. But with all the men in her family having already sacrificed, how can her family rise again? At this moment, he appeared and said, “Your family belongs to a prosperous lineage, and for a hundred years, there has never been any waste of talent, including among women.”Later on...The eldest sister became an invincible warrior, the second sister a formidable head of the household, and the third sister a wealthy merchant. Her family was rejuvenated.Because he had helped her countless times in her previous life, she secretly returned the favor in this one.On a snowy night, outside the city wall:“You've saved me so many times, do you like me?” he asked.“No, you are mistaken,” she replied.“Then if I've saved you so many times, can you grow to like me?” he asked again.

In the silent solace of a forest on an unknown island, a middle-aged man awoke to a world brimming with vibrant life. A stark difference between the preceding sceneries of the concrete jungle that shrouded his life.As his mind emerged from the murky depths of unconsciousness, he was greeted by the gentle sunlight filtering through the lush canopy above.His name was Abraham Shepherd, an office worker.When he salvaged a tinge of his lucidness and calm, Abraham found himself grappling with the fog of memory and the weight of his recent demise. However, he found comfortin the tranquility of his surroundings.Though initially disoriented by his newfound state, he gradually reclaimed his composure and clarity of mind.But Abraham's respite was short-lived, for he soon realized the extraordinary circumstances of his existence.Transmigration.Transmigrated from his former life as an ordinary office worker, he now stood at the threshold of an unfamiliar realm, teeming with possibilities and unknown dangers.Recalling the horrific experience of his untimely demise during a heated gaming session, the helplessness, fear, and loneliness. A flicker of determination soon ignited within his soul.Driven by a newfound resolve to seize control of his destiny, Abraham embarked on a journey of self-discovery and survival. With each step forward, he embraced the uncertainty of his new reality, determined to carve out a place for himself in this fantastical world.But as fate would have it, Abraham's path would intersect with a revelation beyond his wildest imagination yet should have been expected to come.| Initializing Naval Building System… |―――――Do you want to read a story about a protagonist summoning modern warships into a fantasy world? Well, here it is! The Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas!

Elia is a poor university student until the night she’s taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she’s forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate.

Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves.

Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne?

[Mature content - no sexual violence]

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He stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound.

“Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air.

“I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?”

“Elia,” she breathed.

“Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them.

Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.”

The forest behind him erupted.