Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith - Chapter 103: After-Party Celebrations (3) {R-18}

A low-level civil servant. An F-class hunter. Yoon Seora thought that’s how she would live for the rest of her life.Until one day she was thrown into a dungeon alone.“System, you f*cking son of a b*tch!”The moment death was right around the corner, everything was turned upside down by her cry that burst out unconsciously.[Checking information about ‘Yoon Seora’, the awakened who uttered abusive language at the system administrator] [Do you wish to sign a contract with the system administrator?]​So I happily signed a contract with the little system administrator who had appeared out of nowhere…【The overall evaluation value is readjusted.】【The Awakened ‘Yoon Seora’ (S-class)】​Wait a minute, Administrator-nim.You didn’t mention I would jump from F to S-class.【Administrator: (´ ε ` ʃƪ)♡】【Administrator: ♡ (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)】【Administrator: (ง・▽・)ว】In addition, this administrator who overuses emoticons is too unreliable.Whatever. By being an S-class I was going to quit being a dirty civil servant who always works overtime.“I’ve never seen you in the past. Who are you?”“Hi, I’m a contractor for the world administrator.”​“I have never seen you before. Who are you?”“Hello? I am the world administrator’s contractor.”Somehow, I ended up in the center of an incident where the world is filled left and right with returnees. Can I really quit?Resignation Difficulty SSS+. Stay alive, office worker!

This is the story of how I became the greatest genius in the history of humanity, destined to go down in the annals of history for all eternity!This is the story of how I made humanity what it is today.It all began on a fateful night in New York. With a certain peculiar dream.The Universe is grand and mysterious. What's important remains hidden...

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.

It has been 10000 years. The tide of spiritual energy has returned.

The prosperous Tokyo has returned to the Edo Period and had hordes of supernatural creatures roaming the streets.

In the desert, the Pharaoh was leading his army and awakening from his eternal slumber.

Vampires and werewolves were locked in a constant battle in the Eastern European plains.

Witches and evil spirits were traversing through the markets of Europa.

The feathered serpent was stretching its body on the American Continent, opening its eyes during the cycle of death.

Humans had fallen from the top of the food chain as they remembered the fear that the legends carried.

In this world where demons and monsters roamed, Lester looked at the shadow of the ferocious worm cast on his body and told his system.

“Please give me a set of Sunfire Cape, Randuin's Omen, Frozen Heart, Spirit Visage, Warmog's Armor, Thornmail, oh yes, and the Gargoyle's Stoneplate, Force of Nature, Adaptive Helm, as well as Righteous Glory...”

He then brought his hands together against the trembling monsters.

“I am not talented, but I am going to bust your heads open today!”

“Grasp of the Undying!” Life Value +5

“Dark Harvest!”Damage Growth +5

“Overgrowth!” Life Value +2%

“Gathering Storm!” Spell Strength +100

What? You want me to eat these mutated creatures? Let me tell you! I, Lester, will rather die of starvation or jump down from here than to...

System: “Life Value +40”

“Wow, it tastes great!”