Apocalypse: Last Traveler - Chapter 347 - 326: The Role of the Drone

In a world of magic and abilities, where the strong are revered by the masses and Hunters are treated like gods—Lucien was just a dungeon cleaner.E-rank. Invisible. Average. A loser.Obsessed with Hunters and dreaming of becoming one, but barely surviving on scraps with his crappy rank.Until a cleanup job went wrong—and he died.Or so he thought.[SYSTEM INITIATED]> Do you want to live?- YES- NOOne answer, and everything changed.“W-What is this... this isn’t my body!”The reflection staring back at him was… shorter.Hotter.A face too pretty to be his.[SYSTEM PROMPT]> Do you want to return to your old life?“YES!”Then...[SYSTEM MISSION]> Seduce the strongest S-Class Hunters.Current affection points: (0/1000)“...Excuse me—WHAT?!”And so, the story begins—with a loser trapped in a ridiculously hot stranger’s body, held hostage by a mysterious system that demands one thing:Seduce the top two strongest Hunters… or die trying.

Disasters descended one after another, like updates in a game:Rampant virus (Completed),Magnetic storms (Completed),Extreme cold catastrophe (Completed),Torrential floods (Completed),Scorching heat waves (In progress).

[Warning: Mature Content]Chuck was a 20-year-old professional body pillow reviewer who spent his days testing anime waifu pillows for online stores. His life was pathetic, lonely, and consisted mainly of rating the softness of fictional girlfriends.Then truck-kun struck.One evening while walking home from another humiliating day of pillow fondling, Chuck got obliterated by a speeding delivery truck. Instead of meeting his maker, he woke up as a newborn in a parallel world... a very different one from the one he knew. A second chance awaited, and he looks to make good use of it.However, he runs into the impossible; Chuck finds himself thrust into a society of proud lioness princesses, fierce wolf ladies, and noble panther heiresses, daughters of warlords.In hindsight, all those years of pathetic pillow fondling had been preparing him for this moment—a world where his wildest harem dreams weren't just possible, they were inevitable.

Do not underestimate the act of tilling the soil. The practice of farming holds the power to command the clouds and dictate the rainfall with a mere flick of the wrist. Similarly, never undervalue the humble farmer, who might draw the gaze of stunning women, and vie for the affections of fluttering butterflies.A stunning journalist makes for a worthy companion, and even an aloof, imperious law enforcement officer could be brought to plead for mercy. A tutor? Allow me to provide additional instruction! I may appear as a regular individual, but through a stroke of fortune, I have embarked on a captivating journey, dancing amidst the wind and the clouds!