Epic of Vampire Dragon: Reborn as a Vampire Dragon with a System - Chapter 17: The Shoggoth Maid, Abyss!

“Here's what happened. I was in a desperate situation when I accidentally encountered a dragon. It told me I was a martial arts prodigy and said it would teach me the Dao of Immortality…” “This excuse for skipping class and cultivating in secret… is that seriously the reason?” “I don’t care whether it’s human or not, what matters is that the dragon said: ‘If you want to become strong, kneel and call me Master.’”

Anthony has been reborn! Placed into the remarkable game-like world of Pangera.

However, something seems a little off. What's with these skills? Bite? Dig?

Wait....

I've been reborn as a WHAT?!

Follow Anthony as he attempts to adjust to his new life, to survive and grow in his new Dungeon home!

As everyone knows, there are three rules for survival:- Good grades.- Wealthy background.- Having Pei Yan's protection.Fortunately, Jiang Shaoyao meets the first two criteria. Unfortunately, she also meets the last one.Pei Yan, the school's top tough guy, rebellious and arrogant, is notorious for his troublemaking. However, he has devoted all his patience in his life to one thing—pursuing Jiang Shaoyao.His friends advise him, 'Brother Yan, give it up. The little fairy is a good student; she's not one of us. It's too hard to chase her.'Pei Yan scoffs: 'I've been spoiled from a young age, if I can't chase her down, then...'Two years later, at a class reunion:'Brother Yan, did you manage to catch up with sister Shaoyao?''Shut up.'...*A story of possessive young man VS a realistically clear-headed young woman.*No high school romance, but they get together after university.*Study hard, stick to your dreams—it's an inspiring story.

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.”