The rise of the pervert primordial - Chapter 358 The Wastelands (Part 1)

September 9th, 2023. A large black sphere manifested in the skies above all across the world.

No one knows how it happened or the underlying causes of it, but one thing is certain: it marked the beginning of the end.

One by one, human's began to awaken supernatural abilities, a new source of energy had come into existence on earth.

People's bodies became catalysts for this newly discovered energy, especially those who awoke these abilities.

Unfortunately for the Human's, it wasn't just their faction which was awakening these abilities.

The Vampires to awakened. Feeling threatened by the new power that the humans would have whilst also feeling confident in the new strengths of their own... The vampire's decided to wage war on the humans.

Our protagonist, Xavier Trigger, a young college student, was one of the many civilians who were caught in the middle of this war completely unaware of what was going on.

[You have died.]

An inexplainable notification message occupied the entirety of “MC's” vision

[Skill: Rewind has activated.]

'What's... Happening to me...?'

[Level 1: Return.]

“Hah... Hah... Hah...” He panted heavily as his eyes drifted open.

The Zhuang Lady sent her dog, Yin Huayue, to keep an eye on him and confine him. She is cold-blooded and hypocritical, and always has a fake smile on her face. Helping him get ready, combing his hair, and lighting the lamps. Awake for twelve hours a day, Li Jingyun spends ten hours thinking about how to make her leave. But after that, she actually left. He became anxious.

Despite our brief time together, we are not appreciated despite our strength. Rather be alone, instead of withering alongside with another.

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Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

By the time I realized it, I had reincarnated into another world.

I kept sleeping, and at some point I became a Demon Lord.

Even though I never wished for it.

But for me to not have to work, this world is the best. It must be true that good things happen to good people.

The flavor of Sloth is as sweet as honey. Glory, diligence, virtue, or honor. I have no interest in anything like that.

What’s there to hide? The Lazy king is… none other than me.