The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic - Chapter 18 - :I Am A Veydrin

“Han… Yi Jin? The dual-class loser villain bastard, Han Yi Jin?”Han Yi Jin had reincarnated as an insignificant villain in a male-oriented modern fantasy novel.Han Yi Jin, the small-fry villain who hung around the main character, Kang Yoo Hyun, and died at the beginning of the story.“Aren’t you acting a little strange today?”“What’s strange? F*ck off if you don’t have any business with me.”To avoid suspicion, he acts like Han Yi Jin from the original story. This rather attracts the attention of the gongs, and Yi Jin is looked upon with suspicion.[Synchronisation is complete.] Shake the Catnip (S): All stats of the designated opponent +20%In the meantime, he had acquired the “Catnip Skill” from nowhere.Because of this skill, which becomes more effective the higher the intensity of the skinship, Yi Jin begins to attract the obsession and interest of the other characters…“I love it when you curse.”“Hyung, would you like to go out on a date with me?”“You wouldn’t think of that if I cut off at least one of your legs.”“Keep running away like that. I’m curious how far you can go.”These crazy bastards are obsessed with me.“Why are you all staring at me with those eyes? Get the f*ck out of here, you crazy bastards!”Will Yi Jin be able to escape safely from the clutches of the gongs?Will he be able to escape death?

Qi Le – gender: male, sexual interest: women – suffered from congenital heart disease and died early. However, God played a small trick on him and placed his soul inside the body of a trashy shou.

Time travel became a member of the Hakka family who beat the enemy. He is the twin brother of Yiermi, who is the odd one. He began to receive assassination training at the age of three, and began to perform missions at the age of six.

His hands were covered with blood, and his feet were full of bones. His legend began as a killer.

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This is an unremarkable hunter fanfic.

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”