Dark Berserker: Rise of the Forgotten Progenitor - Chapter 5: Gathering to seek THE MOTHER

Note: This is a translation but I will try to make it a good translation as possible. This is R18 which contains graphics scenes. You have been warned about it.NO NTR, NO YURI, HAREM, MILFIn the rustic heart of a sleepy village, Long Gen, a seemingly dim-witted wanderer, hides a cunning mind beneath his foolish facade. Nicknamed “Dragon Root” for his irresistible charm, he masterfully plays the fool to win the hearts and desires of the village's women. From the yearning widow at her doorstep to the curious sister-in-law peering through her window, no beauty escapes his allure. As Long Gen roams the vibrant fields and tangled forests, he weaves a tapestry of seduction and mischief, leaving a trail of whispered scandals and smitten hearts.

Yu Siyang, a 25-years-old chef who just won the International Culinary Gold Award, was smashed by a huge earthen pot, wake up and become a 18-years-old little transparent Yu Siyang in the entertainment circle.

Signed a weird contract and big debts, the chef had to put down the pots and pans and carry his schoolbag to the performance class.

Strive for an achievement as Emperor Film as soon as possible, paying off the debts, and realizing big aspirations to open an ideal restaurant.

But, why the creditor make a very abnormal condition? Waiting online, urgent.

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“Otherworlders… we beg you to save our world from ruin.”

Rey and his classmates get summoned to another world, and they’re given Skills and Classes based on their limited Karma.

Everyone gets multiple Skills and a decent Class in order to survive the new world.

However, Rey decides to invest all his Karma on a single Skill, leaving him with the weakest Class.

Unknown to everyone, though, he has the potential to be the strongest.

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