The Harvester - Chapter 9: Ireful Shell

Humans and Werewolves have lived together in this world for nearly four hundred years… Since the appearance of the first two werewolves, royals, given this power by the moon goddess herself.

In a world where humans and werewolves live together in a tight and uncertain collaboration filled with mistrust and pretence, hunters exist to keep the peace while rogues exist to disrupt it.

Two children are born… destined to put a stop to all the bloodshed and suffering, but not everyone likes the idea of a world with peace between the werewolves and the humans…..

With the Moon goddess along with the Prometheus, the god of mankind only able to watch and provide assistance where possible without breaking divine laws, the question still stands. Will her Chosen Ones be able to accomplish the task at hand…..

The Rogue King strives to keep the two from ever uniting, forcing the them to lead lives that can never be described as normal, but can be called interesting…

Quote of the main character

“With Binding system as my trump card, I will become the strongest man in the world and sit on my throne with beautiful women in my arms.”

What would you do if you died and God transmigrated you to another world?

What would you do if Gods and Goddess watches and comments on your adventures?

What would you do if you could communicate with Gods and Goddesses?

Xiao Ming, the grandson of the Ruler, fell off a cliff when he was training martial arts with his father.

When he thought he was dead, he found himself transported to a parallel world where monsters and powerful people ruled the world.

Luckily, one of the goddesses gave him a system to help him survive in his new world and achieve his dream.

“You awaken the mage class? You awaken the Archer class? You awaken the Knight class?” Xiao Ming behaved normally. “I only need to bind my system to someone and I can awaken that person's class. In other words, I can awaken all three classes.”

Xiao Ming, the grandson of the Ruler, decides to continue his dream in his new life.

Follow him as he embarks on his journey to become the Ruler and bind his system to beautiful women.

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This novel is also known as I Can Bring In-game Items Out

I am an ordinary person, just a supernatural being who has awakened my personal space.

When the second world of the overwhelming holographic game hits, in the game, the protagonist took out the mineral water in his personal space and took a sip before covering himself up.

This, this seems to be in the game?

Since then, items in the game can be brought out, and items outside can be brought in, and the life of the protagonist has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Flying into the sky and fleeing the earth, what is it like to cast beans into soldiers, holding a Pangu ax and stepping on the Zhuxian sword is nothing but ordinary.

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