The King of Special Warfare - Chapter 25

ASSEMBLE, DRAGONS!Meet Daniel, a young man from Earth who, after his death, was summoned by a God called the Devouring Dragon God.The Devouring Dragon God gave him a chance to be reborn in another world—not just an ordinary world, but a fantasy world filled with dragons, phoenixes, magic powers, cultivation, and more. The kind of world no novel, anime, or manga fan would want to miss—and neither would Daniel.But nothing comes for free in this life. In return, the Devouring Dragon God wanted him to avenge the extermination of the Dragon Clan.And the enemy? The one thing everyone fears, the very name that makes all beings tremble—Gods.At first, Daniel refused. But the Devouring Dragon God simply said, “You either sink into oblivion or accept your fate.”With no other choice, Daniel agreed. In exchange, the Devouring Dragon God granted him three wishes.After being reborn, our idiotic MC expected everything to be under his control. However, after facing the harsh reality of this world, he was forged anew.Witness the epic rise of the Devouring Dragon, the last dragon, the one whose name spreads terror among Gods.The one who single-handedly rebuilt the Dragon Clan.The one whose name strikes fear across universes and the cosmos.

(Warning: This novel has an r18 tag and contains mature content.)Adyr, once a notorious serial killer, met a brutal end and welcomed death as the final judgment for his sins.But he awoke in a parallel Earth, where the rich alter their genes and superhumans are the norm.Believing some unknown force had given him a second chance, Adyr buried the monster within and chose a quiet, normal life.For eighteen years, he lived in poverty with his family, suppressing his urges and forcing himself to be human.Until the day he entered a new VRMMORPG.A game that doesn’t just alter virtual stats but mutates real genes and pushes players toward evolution.And with every evolution, his bloodlust surfaced again, turning him back into the villain he once was.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

Once upon a time, there was a makeup artist who possessed outstanding skills and top-notch aesthetic judgement. When he did makeup for various stars, he could embellish sharpness onto the smooth vases that lacked edges, and he could make models who exceeded the boundaries of aesthetics to appear delicate and soft, more approachable to people.

Male stars loved to request him, for he had a thorough understanding of masculine charm in particular, and the makeup he did was never garishly slathered in oils or powders, instead exuding a natural, dashing air of elegance.

Female stars loved to request him, because not only was he excellent in his skills, he was also everyone’s closest confidant; when they chatted, he could easily hold any conversation, and his mouth would be tightly sealed, never allowing anyone’s privacy to slip out.

Although this person was quite young, after getting by in the makeup industry the past few years, he was virtually considered as a distinguished personality in his profession, and would be referred to as a ‘master’ wherever he went.

But he had a terrifying secret. He needed to carefully tread on thin ice and couldn’t expose even the slightest traces; otherwise, nobody would invite him to work ever again, and nobody would apply to the classes he led anymore.

—He was a straight man.

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