Netori Heroine - Chapter 10 - - The King’s Way (1)

Thank you, people are in the ninja world, just got out of the hospital bed!

Surrounded by a group of people in black robes with frantic eyes, there is also a big gray back named Feiduan who is laughing wildly at him.

Just because he was the second “lucky person” who successfully “survived” and obtained the [immortal body] in this divine election ceremony.

Shinji Akagi is a little numb…

What made him even more depressed was that after the transformation, his body had no chakra, but he could no longer practice any ninjutsu.

This means that he will become the first undead to endure!

But the activation of a strange system brought a whole new change to his life.

Can’t learn ninjutsu?

small issue!

Here are all kinds of magic spells for you to choose from!

Crimson blood exercises, spirit spells, ten kinds of shadow spells… everything.

Wait a minute!

Why is there [Cursed Wind Cave]? !

Is this also a spell? ! ! !

Forget it, whatever, the field expands, and there are boundless spaces!

(New book, new book, please advise~)

- Description from novelbuddy

Meet Irakiel, the Fairy King with a face that could make the devil jealous, and the “totally not boasting, just stating facts” indirect sibling of the Supreme Nirvana Ancestrial Monarchial Absolute God Emperor.

Life was a breeze until he pulled off a two-million-year resurrection stunt. Now, in a world where everything has evolved, one thing stayed constant – Irakiel's charm. He insists he's not a narcissist anymore, but hey, he's still HIM, blame fate, not him!

Or so he was blaming Fate until he got this notification....

*Ding!*

[Lady Fate is laughing at your luck and sending extremely seductive winks.... with L-lip b-bites?! That's not the end of it!... LADY FATE YOU DARE! Ban!!! EMERGENCY!! We need a thot repellent!]

Since then, Irakiel has never fully recovered from his state of shock.

A Great Author named Oink once said,

“Keep your enemies close and their wives, closer.”

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“Isn't this the weak young master of the Valhalla family?”“Hahaha! I heard he only knows how to waste money... Completely useless.”Another voice, dripping with false pity, chimed in.“Both his sister and brother are Tamers, strong ones at that. While him... the eldest... pathetic!!”The final word, spat out like a curse, hung in the air: “Useless!”In this world, where the bond with powerful Beasts dictated one's standing, where strength was synonymous with the ferocity and strength of your companion.Christopher Valhalla was an anomaly. He found solace not in the thrill of battle or the acquisition of monstrous power, but in the simple, fleeting joys of life. He enjoyed partying, clubs, and women.He offered no retort to the cruel rumors that trailed him like a shadow. Because, truth be told, a knot of fear tightened in his stomach at the mere sight of the majestic, often terrifying, creatures that others commanded.But every life, regardless of its perceived worth, eventually finds its end. For Christopher, it came not in the jaws of a wild Beast, nor in a duel he was ill-equipped for, but in the insidious grip of a rare and incurable sickness.Some days later his flame flickered and he died, leaving behind a void filled with the echoes of scorn.Yet, where one life ended, another began. In the silent stillness of Christopher's vacant shell, a new consciousness stirred. A soul, bearing the weight of unmatched power and a reputation that sent shivers down the spines of even the most formidable Tamers, had arrived.This was the Supreme Tamer, a legend whispered in hushed tones across the world, a force of nature who had inexplicably perished at the hands of betrayal.Given this unexpected second chance, the Supreme Tamer, now inhabiting the frail form of Christopher Valhalla, felt a strange sense of acceptance. He looked upon the unfamiliar yet familiar faces of his new family – the concerned worry etched on their features – and a flicker of something akin to kinship sparked within him.A silent vow formed in his mind, hardening into an unbreakable resolve.The rumors that clung to this body like a shroud would be torn away. And the five Master Tamers who had orchestrated his demise in his previous life… They would learn the true meaning of fear.Their betrayal would be answered, not with petty revenge, but with the full, terrifying might of the Supreme Tamer, reborn. The world was about to discover that “useless” could be the most dangerous disguise of all.

He is an undead who is devoid of all humanity, he is the one and only supreme overlord, he is a man who has severe mysophobia.