Last Egg: Reincarnated as a Dragon in a Game - 5 Chapter 5

Naoki traveled to the Pokémon world to inherit a ranch, and gained the ability to use cooking to bring magical powers to Pokémon.

As a result, some strange changes occurred in the Pokémon in the ranch.

The big milk jug that can use [Super Roll] at 360 degrees without any blind angle, the motorcycle lizard that leaves afterimages everywhere it passes as fast as lightning, the twin-tailed super that can knock Kirby beasts away with one hammer Hercules the Forge…

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The wild trainer who learned the news came specially to challenge the practice.

Naoki: Has the challenger arrived?

Steward Rotom: Report to Lotto, he got into a fight with our milk cow Lotto.

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Waking up in the body of a 6-year-old boy a few years before Cintra is destroyed, Madara receives a system that gives him the ability to gain the powers of Uchiha Madara.[The peak of Uchiha Madara's system is before he becomes the ten-tails jinchuuriki.]The system's percentage does not stop Madara's power, but rather the system's release. After all, I don't want to see a character who goes around killing everyone from the beginning of the story.

When encountering demons, a young man with two horns on his head, red hair reaching his waist, and an extremely handsome appearance leads the demons to the front.

Youdou: Actually, I really don’t want to be a master of monsters. This profession is completely useless. My ideal is to become a magic stick…, bah, it’s to become a great onmyoji.

All the monsters: My lord, wake up, you are the leader of the monsters yourself!

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Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.