MTL - Raising Wolves - v2 Chapter 7

Mediocrity is the normal state of most people, and some of them can’t even reach the normal state~ A young man from a small town, ugly and inferior, disliked by relatives and friends, mediocre grades…

All these changes started with a beam of light going to the university train, and the boy was bound to the high-quality male god system.

The days are getting more and more hopeful, and the system is really fragrant:

As long as you learn, you can modify your own bugs;

As long as you do good deeds, you can get corresponding banknote rewards;

As long as you are praised, you can get relevant talent blessings;

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This, it’s hard not to love, okay!

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The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]

There are a total of seven sins, and a revelation is made to a young man named Alex that he is destined to become a demon lord, more especially a demon lord of sin called LUST.

It's not like he can change that and because he always knew something about himself was different—not in a physical sense, well, maybe a little—and not in a mental sense—but rather because he is thrown into a demonic war that compels him to accept his new reality.

He was only aware of a difference in himself. Relating to him and the ladies who are drawn to him... Well, it was more or less like he was a magnet in front of all the girls, and all the girls were drawn to him like a metal.

I became a professor in a game by accident. To make matters worse, I even messed up the difficulty settings. Now, I’m stuck playing on Hell Mode. A world on the brink of war with the Demon King. An Assassin Department where mu*der is legal… as long as you aren’t caught. I thought I’d have to claw my way through just to survive in this wretched place, and that was the case at first. But nowadays… “No matter how hard I try, I can’t be like you, Professor… How do you do it?” “Please… become our god.” “What do you know? What is it you know? Why do you make me want to live…?” One by one, everyone at the academy began to obsess over me.