Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo! - Chapter 1696 - The Title Has Gone to Find the Monthly Pass

“Give me a bunch of adorable players, and I can easily overturn a parallel world!” - so said Reveno·Murphy·Le SenbulaPs:The titles owned by the honorable Murphy include but are not limited to counterfeit vampire, celebrated NPC role-play artist, multi-talented Dog Planner, the only savior of Transylvania, benefactor of the old continent, defender of the new continent, brave and loyal earl, irredeemable big-sister fanatic, spotless saint of the Blood race, Alpha of the Night's Guard, and so on (here ignoring the other 108 nicknames). He's indeed the homebody of the Fourth Cataclysm and the best old friend when you need to clean up a mess, thus all testers of “Real Different World,” please stand up when you see this line! Let us give Lord Murphy the highest respect!Murphy, ka-ka! Full marks!

Ed was transported into a world of Hunters, a harsh and extreme environment.In this world, winter days last only two hours, and even in summer, the daylight barely stretches to six hours!What makes it even more eerie is that when night falls, all creatures of various races turn into violent, frenzied monsters. Evil spreads everywhere, and the night itself becomes humanity's worst nightmare!Hunters, however, can only train through the Sunlight Meditation Technique, using the brief daylight hours to cultivate their strength.But Ed awakens the Moonlight Meditation Technique!From that point on, while others flee from the night, Ed thrives in it, growing stronger and stronger with each passing day!He slays dark sorcerers, exterminates vampires, and defeats the Wolf King!Gradually, Ed becomes the strongest human to ever exist!

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.