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Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil

Meet Eren Elijhah Idril, the guy who just couldn't catch a break even in the afterlife. He kicks the bucket as an old, broke-down adventurer, courtesy of a not-so-friendly neighborhood monster. Bummer, right? But hold onto your hats, 'cause that's not where his story ends. By some crazy stroke of fate, Eren gets thrown back in time to his teenage years, back when he was just a greenhorn at Lionheart Academy, dreaming big and not a care in the world (except maybe passing his special exams as a a novice Ranker). Now, most folks might use a second shot at life to right their wrongs, make amends, you know, the whole shebang. But not our boy Eren. Nope, he's not about to let a little thing like mortality slow him down. With a fresh start on the horizon, Eren decides to throw caution to the wind and embrace his inner rogue. And boy, does he embrace it. From pulling off daring heists to stirring up trouble wherever he goes, Eren dives headfirst into a life of mischief and mayhem, all without batting an eyelash. No hesitation, no regrets—just pure, unadulterated chaos. [WPC#218 Bronze Trophy Winner] [Mature content warning.] Additional tags: #evilmc #mature #evilprotagonist #antiheroprotagonist #coldmc #calculatingmc #pragmaticmc #smut #lemons #maturecontent ================= Instagram: graybacknovels Discord: https://discord.com/invite/R5uGQaXJRY

Grayback · Fantasy
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1917 Chs

Renar's Plight

The terrorist adjusted his victim's clothes and kept the branch and storage inside his storage. He wanted to throw the nasties away but Marla's senses were sharp. She would pick things up from those items lying in the vicinity and get a fair idea about what happened here.

Eren had already used a low-grade healing potion on the cultist so that his blood loss wouldn't affect what he was trying to say. Then he first asked a few questions about his organization and some insider information.

The cultist was already on the edge after experiencing Eren's vicious nature. He was scared of him. So he told everything the latter wanted to know from him, and then some more of his initiative. He even assured his torturer that his line of questioning wouldn't get revealed to his teammates.

The butcher gave the cultist his seldom warm smile that a certain someone was known to flash now and then. The former patted the latter's cheeks and stood up.