Strongest Warlock - Wizard World Irregular - Chapter 1077: There Is No Safe Place Where You Can Go

[Warning: 18+ CONTENT AHEAD]Primordial Demon King of mischief, bored out of his mind, and unable to grow any further in strength on the highest plane of hell; decides to escape that place by initiating a summoning of his primordial soul into a different plane of existence.He burned his own immortal and primordial essence and body as fuel in order to ignite the summoning ritual he had spent epochs perfecting.However, the summoning ritual didn't go quite as planned, as his soul is caught up in a different summoning which pulls it into the body of a young man who was summoned with his group of classmates to a different world and in a different dimension to help vanquish the demon king that plagued that world.As luck would have it. The one thing the primordial demon king of mischief has been searching for; a means to become stronger than he ever was; he has found on this new world.Now, using his Authority-Level abilities... He will do whatever it takes to achieve his new goal. All the while living a life he has been deprived of for epochs, a life deserving of a true primordial demon king of mischief.He will extract your most deeply buried desires..._______________Authority Of Mischief….. Desire. ~~~~~~~~~~If only I could find a dìck big enough to fill me up.~~~~~~~~~~_______________He will gladly fulfill your desires.... for just a little price, of course...________________Subject's Desire Has Been Met...Authority Of Mischief.... Fulfillment [Awakens...]Authority Of Mischief….. Fulfillment Resonates with Authority Of Mischief.... DesireAuthority Of Mischief..... Fulfillment is Reading Subject Of Desire...~~~~~~~~~~Replicating Most Potent Constitution Of Subject Of Desire...Successfully Replicated Divine Skill [ Infinite Penetration]...Now Generating Seed Of Subordination....Seed Of Subordination Successfully Deposited In Subject Of Desire...Time Of Germination For Seed Of Subordination [14DAYS: 10HR : 4MIN : 7SEC]~~~~~~~~~~_______________Now those who thought they have summoned a hero to save them; will themselves soon need saving from this hero.

Science and Technology Library: The supreme state of science is theology; an accidental rescue, let Chen Mo get a technology library that collects endless technology, the story begins…

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Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left."Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."--Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server: https://discord.gg/APB5KCU

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.