Global Evolution - Chapter 243

A high-ranking Duke’s daughter, Roxana, and her fiancé, the crown prince.

Everything came crashing down when a Baron’s daughter Claire came between the two.

Honor, reputation, even her fiancé, the Crown Prince…..

In the depths of despair, the infamous Grand Duke Elvin reached out to Roxana.

“I can help you.”

It was a dubious proposition, but Roxana accepted it in the end……

The fragile and lovely Claire and the wicked Princess Roxana.

But who was the real villain?

A young man from the Miaowei Tribe brought up by his strict father, suddenly turned into Wizard I on the day he was orphaned. He then obtained the ability to control giant worms.

[Reformatting World Settings...][Real-World Currency Disabled.][Physical Laws Adjusting to Game Protocols.][Initiating Player Culling Sequence...][All Players Age 60 and Above Will Now Be Eliminated.]A blue screen appeared before every person in the world, displaying those chilling words.At first, many believed it was some kind of elaborate hologram prank—until every person aged 60 and above disintegrated into glowing particles.But that was only the beginning.The world had changed. Humanity had been turned into “players” in a twisted system where survival meant leveling up through killing others or completing brutal quests. Fail to level up in time—and you're dead.Shinra Takamura, a 20-year-old survivor in this new Filthy World, receives a rare skill Lewd Reap: the ability to steal another player’s ability through intimacy.But can he survive the chaos, the betrayals, and the moral decay with such a controversial power? Or will the world break him before he ever learns how to use it?Read on to find out.This book is a smut novel with a solid plotline, set in a world of survival and extremely gory scenes. The main character is no goody two-shoes—he’ll do whatever it takes to survive. He’s not evil, though; he doesn’t kill without reason. The story begins with his transformation, showing how a once-good kid was shaped by a brutal world into the person he is now. Hope you find it interesting (:->

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.