My Descendant Begged Me To Help Him Just After I Became A God - Chapter 47 - : Slashing With A Sword, Riding the Wind

After her rebirth, she stared at her drop-dead gorgeous husband and suspected that she must have struck her head hard at the door for demanding a divorce time and time again!

In her previous life, she was blinded and murdered by her blood relatives. Now that she was reborn, she vowed to hold on to this thick thigh of her president husband, ravage her enemies, tear down that white lotus and regain her happiness.

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Morn transmigrates into a fantasy world where demons run rampant, vampire families stand tall in the darkness all year round, werewolves that are preparing for something in the darkness, and angels who occasionally descend into the human world.

As a cardinal of the Orthodox Church, Morn had been bound to the nine-to-five system after he arrives in this world. As long as he’s at work, he can obtain a large number of rewards by checking in.

Therefore, having been in the ten years of the Orthodox Church, he becomes an invincible existence. Although he is the strongest in the Orthodox Church, he has one flaw—he never works overtime.

Your Holiness, Cardinal Morn personally went to the Dark Forest and killed all the dark cat demons.

Your Holiness, Cardinal Morn just returned from the Bloodthirsty Demon Abyss with the head of the Bloodthirsty Demonic Dragon

Your Holiness, this is bad! Dracula I brought his army of vampires here to take revenge.

Pope: “Quick, get Cardinal Morn.

B-but Cardinal Morn has knocked off. He has a rule that he works 9-to-5. He never works overtime

Pope: We’re doomed. Our Orthodox Church’s 300-year history shall end here.If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. Thanks!

There once upon-a-time roamed a boy.The boy went from a baby to a toddler. Then from a toddler to a child. Then a child to a boy. Then from a boy to a man. But, no matter how old he grew, no matter how much time passed, he kept on pondering and pondering, if people reflected on their existence, then what did existence reflect on?No matter if he was crawling on all fours with pacifier, drawing a red house on a green hill with a painting brush, fishing for big and small fishies in his small, little boat, skinning a deer he had caught, or even sleeping, the question persisted.No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't reach the answer.He became a tutor, a teacher, a killer, a hacker, a criminal, until there was once thing he still did not become.A God.Being subjected to a heavily traumatizing event, Amon now wakes up to only to find himself in a game called 'The Adventure of the Hero: IX' he had once played a long time ago, where he finds a world filled with swords and magic, a magical academy, demons, high-ranked devils, dragons, and advanced technologyFollow the story of Amon, the eighth mechanism of the universe, as he navigates through worlds, universes, multiverses, and the omniverse. gathering the rest of the eight mechanisms, fighting against ancient and outer gods, becoming a tutor of a certain, little daughter-of-a-demon-king, put on a witch hunt of eldricht cosmic horror entities, attending an academy with the protagonist, heroines, villains, villainesses, and even a transmigrated third-rate final boss, meeting witches, creating sects, meeting the 9 goddesses, going against both Orthodox and Unorthodox churches, and many more!This is the story of a boy that had nothing, the story of the boy who knew the price of zer0, the legend of the boy known as 'The Happy'.The Boy who had a broken God Complex----------------------WARNING: This novel delves into themes of madness, insanity, and distorted realities. As the story progresses, it may change your perception and evoke unsettling emotions. Reader discretion is advised. Take care to recognize when to step back if you feel overwhelmed.

There is an ugly beast that violates women in prison.

A treacherous beast that is feared and called a “Butcher”.

That’s me.

I was once a human but now I can’t even remember my own name.

I can’t speak, and I don’t understand a word they say.

It is in this deep loneliness that I am pouring my essence into the women everyday.

I pour my burning rage into them.

Over and over again, until they conceive.

From morning till night. Until the women’s souls withered.

To show them that I’m an excellent stallion and an obedient domestic animal.

But my soul has not perished yet.

I will break free from this prison soon. And when I do, it will be your last.

Every human who betrayed me, every demon who altered me, I will trample down like an ant.

And it won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

The dawn of the beast is near.