Rest in a Demon's Embrace [BL] - Chapter 107

As a top-ranking swordsman, he knew very well that there was no such thing as a 'Munchkin' in the world he was in.

But it seemed that he was wrong all the while.

'I should slowly stop getting stronger now... But can I really do this?'

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A crownless king in the world of gods.Akamir had unrivaled strength, wealth, and prestige in a realm governed by martial ability.Yet one mistake cost him his life.When Akamir awakened in the fragile body of a disgraced noble’s son,he found himself in a world steeped in mana, ancient artifacts, and gods who watched from above—A world shaped by otherworlders summoned thousands of years ago.But the longer he lived in this new reality, the more he noticed its abnormalities.“I am a villain?”A world with a predetermined path.“...In a romance fantasy game and novel?”He had become the anomaly.

After Xia Feng transmigrated, his heart was mysteriously removed.In its place, a defective demon heart capable of sustaining life only for eighteen years was implanted.This is a magical heart that can sync with the power level of its target.To stay alive, he bound himself to the ultimate villain of the future, a Destructive Witch who was destined to destroy the world.The stronger the Destructive Witch becomes, the stronger he becomes!Thus, Xia Feng realized, it's not my fault for stirring up trouble: “Miss Witch, I admit you're strong, but not strong enough!”

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.