My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start - Chapter 546 - The Nine Layers Of Barrier

Lucas Voss was a normal adult in his late twenties.He doesn't know how or why but he got transmigrated as an extra inside of the novel he read till 5th volume.The problem for Lucas was that his life was in danger as soon as he entered the novel.Why?Because Lucas was transmigrated as the 4th Prince who is an extra and was about to die with an Illness that couldn't be cured.Not only that novel he transmigrated into was 'Cold-Blooded Emperor Rules.'The protagonist of that novel killed every member of the royal palace to become emperor of the empire.How will Lucas survive?Will he die like the extra that he is? or will he fight against fate to survive in this cold-blooded novel and become more than an extra?The only way to know is it read this novel!

Samuel, a high schooler, got summoned with his classmates to another world as prophesied heroes. He expected glory, adventure, and a chance to save a kingdom. But those hopes were shattered when he discovered the truth, they were sacrifices, the gods who summoned them are no saviors, but monsters that feed on human souls. Among the victims is his little sister, dragged into the summoning by accident while she was delivering his lunch. Betrayed and marked for sacrifice, Samuel survives andmade a deal with (Arithmos) the God of war, with its power, he now vows to destroy every god and declares to take everything from them.

One day, I woke up only find out that I’d become a Demon Lord, an individual responsible for protecting a dungeon. The world I’d been spirited away to was one filled with violence. Gigantic monsters wandered through it and competed with each other each and every day for the right to survive. I had no choice but to strengthen my dungeon’s defenses in hopes of living another day—or at least that was what I’d thought. For some odd reason, I instead ended up spending my days in relaxation and bliss.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.