Netherworld Investigator - Chapter 500

Syn, a dedicated guard in service to the ninth-in-line princess of a vast space station called “kingdom”, finds his life turned upside down when their ship is suddenly attacked by space pirates. Amid the chaos, Syn is shocked to discover that the leader of the pirates is someone from his past—a person he knows all too well.# Has femdom elements.

[System Activation Complete][Welcome, Host, to your new world.][You died, and your soul has been transported into a new world.][Mission Assigned: Build the Greatest Empire in This World]After a fatal accident, Aric awakens in a strange new world, now in the body of a seventeen-year-old half-elf with nothing but a shattered past. Abandoned by both humans and elves, he’s forced to survive alone in a dangerous forest. With no one to trust and nothing to his name.He awakens a mysterious system that gives him the mission to create the greatest empire. Aric takes up this task in other to survive, trying to make the greatest empire from scratch in this new world. Will he make it to the end other will this world swallow him.

“Why don’t they think about training to grow stronger during a time when just breathing makes you stronger?”After possessing someone, he decided to silently train to become a great mage.“Did it appear?”[You have acquired the All-Attribute Body (Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Wood, Electricity, Light, Darkness).][You have acquired the highest-grade elixir, Dragon’s Essence (SSS).]……Let’s take a slightly different path to growth from others.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.