Tenkomori: The Homecoming Club Conquers Another World - Chapter 15: The Daily Life of an Eight Year Old - Return

Jin-Ho Kang was just another B-rank Hunter—one of countless warriors struggling to rise in a world dominated by monsters and guild politics. When an A-rank dungeon scouting mission goes horribly wrong, he and his team are slaughtered. He should have died.But instead of death, he awakens in an abyss beyond mortal comprehension. A voice older than time itself speaks to him, a decree is made, and the truth is revealed—he is no longer human. He has inherited a power that was never meant to be his.The world forgot him.But he has returned.As a Sovereign.As the Monarch of Shadows.And as the boundaries between life and death begin to blur, the world will soon realize…The true King has awakened.

Princess Leah wrote a suicide note ahead of her wedding.

{Mature Content: 18+}This story follows Liu Yizan, a transmigrator who received his cheat four years after arriving in the new world.On his 18th birthday, Liu Yizan received a system called the Lustful Upgrade System. This unique system allows him to enhance his own and others' talents and techniques using Upgrade Points.But to earn upgrade points Liu Yizan must have sexual intercourse with women and made sure they satisfied.Come and follow the journey of Liu Yizan as he overcomes every obstacle in his path, rising to the pinnacle of the world alongside his loved ones.......Warning Tags: Yuri, Incest, Group sex(Only the MC will be the male.), Netori(MC will take other people's women too.)

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”