My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon - Chapter 8: "Making Money, Trade Secret

Warlock of the Magus World, the world full of deceit, bloodshed, betrayal, backstabbing, logical thinking, profit oriented mindset and myriad of phenomenal mysterious entities. In this world a soul is reincarnated and we embark on a journey of a lifetime, as his ups and downs would be written in the annals of history of the whole Magus World.

A man and a myth would make use of his knowledge of the future, leaving behind the mindset of the past embracing his new identify in a new World.

What would we see? Where will this journey lead? For all the fans of WMW out there, this is your salvation and a chance to once again swim in the deep intoxicating waters of the strange yet intoxicating Magus World.

Alex is a cancer patient who dies very young.At the moment of his death, Lust is betrayed by the other deadly sins and is forced to give out a system to a mortal.He blessed Alex with the system and Alex wakes up in a world filled with unnaturally beautiful people, except they’re not people, they’re elves!And he is the finest elf of all!and not just that, but his fiery red eyes seem to make all the women hornyHe quickly goes ahead to sleep with as many beautiful elven women as he can.But too soon, he is introduced into a war that has been brewing for a while when an extremist group of elves decided they want him to be one of them.Follow this story to see how he fights the extremist group named Eclipse and to find out if he manages to win

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”

There was a turtle here,He was a bandit! A robber! A shameless scoundrel!Don't mess with him!