Hell's Consort - Chapter 888 Arrival

When MC was reliving a picture of a goddess, he died. Only meet the goddess, but instead of torturing him to eternity, she gives him wishes. And make him reincarnated in the Overlord world.As the name suggested, this is multiverse Fan fiction, that means MC will travel through different world like Marvel, DC, High School DXD, My vampire Diaries (may be) , Demon Slayer, etc.first world: Overlord (Chapter: 1—60)second World: Highschool DXD (Chapter: 60—215)Third World: Demon Slayer(Chapter: 216—)Fourth World: New World (Overlord)There will be a harem, no NTR or stuff.Some of you might dislike the Yggdrisil arc as it is a bit of AU and MC talk a lot. But it is only in this arc on world travel that I will tone down his unnecessary internal monologue.I am not a professional writer, and I have no deep experience in writing, so please ignore my grammar mistakes and such. I also took some inspiration from other fan fiction.It would be a great help if you could donate your power stone to me.

#Forbidden Love, #Sweet, #Doting, #Sweet Revenge“Why can't they let me go? I have done everything for them! I sacrificed everything, and I gave them everything, even my own eyes... I betrayed the only person who ever loved me! Why are you doing this to me? Why do they have to do this to me? ” Zhou Yuxi, who was blind and crippled, crawled through the floor, she didn't know where to head or where to move to, but she was determined to crawl forward.She was determined to end this kind of life! She was determined to crawl to the end; she wanted to end all these miseries.“Just go on as you are going! Your end is just there... Just nearby, go on...” She could hear that voice that she wasn't familiar with and couldn't decipher if it was a female or male! But why was that voice telling her the end was just close by?Did this mean that she just needed to crawl forward, and she would get to the end?She struggled but kept moving until she felt she was at the edge of the unknown floor; she didn't stop but crawled forward, only to fall.“Nooooo! Don't...” She could hear that familiar voice trying to stop her but it was a tad bit too late. She opened her crippled hands trying to feel the fresh air.

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

Catching arrows, running up walls, crushing boulders and bending metal, these are but petty parlour tricks in the eyes of martial artists. But where can a genuine martial artist stand in an era where martial artists are nothing more than a myth?