The Mob Queen Wants to Claim Me for Herself (In a Reverse World) - Chapter 19: Spaghett About It

In the year 2850, Humanity had advanced so much that what was presumed to be Fantasy, Magic, SCI-FI, or mere imagination was a reality. From 100% efficient renewable energy source to planetary level destruction artillery, and from intergalactic travel to teleportation devices.

It seemed as if technology as it is couldn't get any better, but they were so wrong.

Humanity was searching for signs of Alien life for so long, but what they didn't expect was Aliens finding them first.

A peace treaty was signed between the Humans, and the Yalhvi; who were given residence on Earth as their own planet was destroyed in exchange for knowledge.

The Yalhvi people taught the humans a lot about their research, and how they obtained superpower-like abilities.

Soon the entire Human population was also enjoying the fruits of the Yalhvi Research and knowledge and almost everyone started awakening supernatural abilities.

It can be said that the Earth is filled with opportunity, and wonder but it is quite the opposite.

The influx of one's power lead to bring about a hierarchy system where the one with power has all the say while powerless beings are meant to keep quiet.

This lead to many wars which almost lead to the extinction of the human race, but during the climax of the war; ten brave warriors took a stand and resolved the war.

“We welcome this brand new year with the hope to bring a great change, and to continue progressing forward! Happy New Year 3100, Everyone!” The holographic image of a female spokesperson sounded from every tall skyscraper in Emerald City.

As the artificial fireworks sounded, a boy walking down an alley grunted.

“Humph! A happy new year for the people who have power and money, but it's the same situation for us.” Mako voiced his internal dissatisfaction while continuing to head to his destination.

Only Destiny knew what this year had in store for Mako...

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I was stuck in a dungeon explosion while working so hard that I actually died.

But when I opened my eyes, I was back to the time of 3 years ago!

Well, I will live differently in this life. Salary is goodbye to s*ave life. I quit immediately and set up a cafe in the store my grandmother left behind.

There are no customers because she is right in front of a dungeon, but it doesn’t matter. All I want is to work two days and play five days. But.

Also, the attractive regular customer who keeps bothering me is somehow unusual.

It doesn’t feel good. Isn’t it like the story of the main character of the RPG, who was just trying to run an errand, and ends up fighting the devil after getting caught up in something annoying?

Yes, I will not. I can not. I have no intention of playing more than the role of a novice innkeeper.”

This is a young man who traveled to the world of Azeroth.

For love and justice (don’t become a ghoul), fear of sacrifice (you can run the corpse to resurrect), in search of lost justice and humanity (temporary discipline), don’t stop.

Festival Exercises Retrieve the story of Festival Exercises.

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[Warning: Mature content R-18 ]My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre.As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade, a masterpiece of folded steel, dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however, they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon.Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic.Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated:“[Project God Executioner has been activated.]”“[Accept?]” the voice asked.With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise, not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.