Descent of the Demon Master - Chapter 785: Captured (5)

Cha Myung-jun, a sergeant who neared the end of his military service, found himself confined in the Ministry of National Defense’s bas**ent for over three decades due to his newly awakened abilities, just before the outbreak of war. Spending thirty years as the world’s most formidable blacksmith, wielding nothing but hammers, he skillfully outwits the watchful eyes of the Ministry of Defense to serve the war effort and reset the course of time. Now given a second chance at life, can he lead a successful campaign to avert humanity’s downfall and secure its salvation?

Dante is transported to a brutal fantasy world with zero status and no combat ability.[DING!][You have unlocked a unique skill, [Summon Creation]][Ability to summon the 453 characters you have created in all the games you play. Each character retains their original stats, personality and abilities.]Desperate to survive a goblin horde, he reaches for his Level 99 god-slaying Paladin... but his mana is too low.Instead, he summons Shivvy, a Level 3 Rogue he once created for a five-minute task and forgot existed.Dante soon discovers the terrifying truth: All 453 of his summons are fully sentient... carrying the exact personalities, builds, and backstories he designed...And they all revere him as their divine “Creator.”Now, this “Creator” must level up from scratch.Dante must earn enough mana to unlock his summons.And managing the dysfunctional and overpowered family he himself built.

He underwent profound transformations after 100 reincarnations. Bahamut, once possibly a more innocent or vulnerable entity, emerges from his experiences as a sadistic dominator, embodying the essence of a beast on literal, figurative, and spiritual levels.His priorities shift drastically, abandoning concerns as he becomes consumed by his love for challenges, blood, horror, and death. Bahamut thrives in this brutal world, embracing his identity as the ultimate BEAST.This journey is marked by his relentless pursuit of darkness and domination, making him a force to be reckoned with.Bahamut travels around the world, the universe, explores various mythologies, gains more power, and for his main purpose…It becomes something he would do when he feels like it.[Additional Tags: No Yuri, No NTR, Harem (50-50: Massive or Small), OP, Intense, Anti-Hero Anti-Villain]

Evelyn Walters was the perfect heiress, until one reckless night with her father’s greatest enemy ruined everything.Pregnant, disgraced, and cast out of the Walters family, she left with nothing but her unborn child.Years later, she's survived. But as a single mother, the life she built was fragile until the man from her past discovered the truth.Now he wants her and his son.But how can Evelyn trust the father of her child... when he's also the enemy of the man who raised her?****Excerpt:“B-Boss... the woman you slept with that night... she wasn't the supermodel the company just signed,” Dylan stammered, his voice trembling.Axel's brow furrowed even further. He tried digging through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of that night. Of course, he remembered the party.He remembered the whiskey.But the woman?Nope. His brain served up a blank slate.“Who was she?”Dylan swallowed. “The first daughter of William Walters.”“Cough! Cough!”Axel coughed violently, his face turning red and eyes wide with shock. He never thought that woman would end up in his bed. ---Curiosity won, as always.Evelyn grabbed the remote and hit the power button.The screen lit up, and her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide, as if the Grim Reaper himself had just stepped out of the TV to ask for her phone number.“What the…? Why does my personal source of misery pop up the second I turn this thing on?”Because there he was, Axel Knight, gliding out of his luxury car like some corporate deity on his way to a business banquet.Evelyn scrambled for the remote to turn it off, but of course, fate had other plans.Axel turned to the camera and gave a casual wave, acknowledging the paparazzi vultures lined up outside.She hated to admit it, but the man looked sinfully good in his signature black suit and high turtleneck, his sleek black hair framing a face that could stop traffic and quite possibly her breathing.Then, suddenly, her stomach clenched. Her hand instinctively rubbed her flat belly.“Little tenant, did you just say you recognize him?”