Demon Lord Management Sim Game - Chapter 148 148 – Cold Truth

In a world where martial artists reign supreme, strength is everything. Unfortunately, that logic doesn't apply to a certain Florida Man.

Refined in the nuclear fallout wasteland, Leo was the strongest mutant alive. He carried an alien artifact, allowing him to exchange his lifespan for modern items. After 50,000 years of solitary life in a humanless world, he collected enough lifespan to transmigrate to another habitable world.

Leo was later thrown into a mysterious planet. He soon discovered that his body produced radiation, and it mutated the surrounding plants and grasses. Worrying that he might ruin the beautiful planet, he chose to live in seclusion.

Unfortunately, the local population soon discovered his existence, and a misunderstanding ensued.

Connor finds himself in a world of spy mages with powers like fire, water, air, earth, and manifestation, all which require using wands. But, there are these powers–powerful powers–that require nothing but their own body. These are called Perks, which are super rare and only go down in certain family lines all around the world. These are many things that occur in the spy mage world.

These spy mages still act like spies. They infiltrate bases and take down ruthless leaders using their powers. They have to keep themselves unknown by the world at risk of being hunted by the government. If they were to be shown to the world, the entire world would be in a war against these people. These things are stuff that Connor never knew existed.

He attends the YMPA academy, where he finds friends and learns how to use his power.

But he finds himself in a war against the MSTO, powerful and evil spy mage corporations that want to steal and create weapons to take over the US and the world. Everyone would be in danger of their tyranny, and they need to be stopped right here and right now. And that mission has been given to Connor to defeat them. Will Connor and his team stop the MSTO and save humanity? What other powers will Connor discover?

Find out in Spy Mage System.

If you’re for a more action-packed story, and this should be good for you. Although there is brief romance, there is some throughout the story—so no need to worry much if you want some romance and relationship in this book.

Character development will happen pretty slowly, so pay close attention.

Hope you enjoy!

Greg watched his world come to an end under the hands of the enemies supported by his fellow species. while blaming himself for not starting the game early or not investing into, or for awakening a trash talent he close his eyes and embraced dead but that was not the end of his story as he regressed to ten years prior to the unfortunate event. with knowledge of the future and determination he buys a gaming helmet and plunged into the game- Apocalypse that signalled the start of something more. with his knowledge of the future, his skills that made him shine even with his trashy talent and the awakening of an ex rank talent, 100% Dodge rate that makes attacking him impossible, read Greg's revenge and rise to the top protecting those he cares about while punishing his enemies

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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