Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy - Chapter 535 - Black Venom Defeated?

*TABOO CONTENT***********Caution******STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT*THIS CONTENT IS VERY HARMFUL FOR A NORMAL PERSON'S MIND...Meng hao a corporate worker got transmigrated in a cultivation world and awakened his Milf hunting system and started his journey of “ Milf hunter”..Senior sister: Junior brother you is truly is the best.... I love you let's have some thrill on bed....Master : Disciple it's time for you to let your master taste you......As, I heard that it was very thrilling experience for your junior sister,Let me experience it too.....Daughter of luck : Junior brother... I love you.Seeing all the girls behind him Meng hao said while standing on a mountain peak and seeing the long line he said“ No need to fight everyone would get their chance”

In a contaminated world on the brink of collapsing under countless dungeons, a harsh place where if you were unable to summon a creature, it meant you could die at any moment. Alas, the chance of summoning was very low for anyone—except nobles.On a fateful day, an unemployed guy from earth was reincarnated as a nameless slave and had contracted an illness—mana circulation disorder—that would prevent him from living past 30.His only chance was to summon something decent. Luckily for him, a second chance appeared… A challenge from the gods… By getting through it, he finally gained what he wanted.A sword demon....one of demon kings.[Do you want to evolve your summon?][Your summon has two paths to evolve]–[Hellfire Demon]–[Wind Demon][Do you want to use 2,000 Chaos Points to unlock another evolution path?]–[Supreme Sword Demon][Description]: A slave demon… An ancient demon… An extinct demon… They possess swordsmanship unparalleled in all of hell; no demon can defeat them. However, what all demons in hell fear is their ability—even demon gods are afraid of them. Each time they kill someone with their sword, the victim's existence is obliterated from the world. No one can remember them after they're dead.However, that was just the beginning of a Godslayer’s fate when he figured out the reincarnators. And unluckily, the world should have existed only one reincarnator. He had to kill them to survive, or they would kill him.[Author’s Note]*Is the MC a slave? Yes, he is, but it’s just a leftover label from his old identity in this world. The moment Alaric, a fourth-year university student, reincarnated into that slave body, I don’t think he should even be considered a slave anymore. Moreover, he gets rid of his inferior identity once he clears the final challenge of the Nameless God in Chapter 18.*Is the MC OP? Not exactly, since his early power isn’t really a cheat. The real cheat everyone expects only shows up after Chapter 19.

When Arran decides to become a mage, he quickly discovers that magic can be more dangerous than he had ever imagined. Soon, he finds himself hunted for powers he never knew he had.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.