MTL - I Have A Demon God Simulator - Chapter 219 Kill 4 Sea Dragon King!

Some people find the world to be an awful place while others believe it's an amazing one. Everyone lives their lives differently making each individual different from the next.

Azrail finds himself lost on what to believe since he has lived through what seems like hell yet has saw others simply enjoying the life they are given. Even after going through wars, being abandoned, and losing some of the ones he loved he can't find himself to hate the world.

The only thing he finds himself hating is himself and others who have put him in unforgiving situations.

Join Azrail as he tries to find out who he really is as a person while going through what could be described as hell and trying to search for what makes him happy and surviving whatever this world throws at him.

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The world is divided into three parts, with never-ending alliances and conflicts.The magnificent Jing Dynasty is at its peak, with four great caves, four secret places, the Martial Guard, and the Inspection Bureau.Everyone practices martial arts, striving to reach the realm of grandmasters and great grandmasters.Reincarnated as the heir of Prince Qing, I possess god-like senses and cultivate amid wealth and glory.I aspire to become the supreme grandmaster, pursuing immortality while resisting foreign invasion and internal chaos.I stand unrivaled, dominating the world with martial prowess.

“Alpha Troy! Over here!” I yelled, raising my hand for help. I was under attack by a monster while saving my mates.The four of them heard me cry out as the creature clawed me and slammed me against the wall.“Help me!” I gasped, but their attention shifted when a soft cry came from the other side.It was Oriana, the gentle princess and a warrior, a combination most men lusted after.But not my mates.They were in my troupe, my friends, my lovers. We shared a bed, a bond. I knew they would save me.“Ohhh! I’m going to die,” she whimpered again, though she could have stood up easily. The monster’s focus was on me.“Yorick!” I screamed, reaching for another of my mates, struggling to escape, my leg tangled in silver chains.My mates looked at me and then at her—and I saw it. The shine of love in their eyes.In a heartbeat, they ran to her. My heart slowed. Tears welled up.Oriana had warned me: when it came down to it, they would choose her. She told me they only used me to pass time in the dorm room because I agreed for gangbang while other she-wolves did not.And now, right before my eyes, they were leaping into battle—for her.“We’ll come back for you, don’t worry,” Haiden shouted, as if that erased the betrayal.At that moment, the monster turned back to me. And I knew there would be no saving me.So I prayed they’d live long enough to regret their choice.---Clementine had spent her life as the insufferable daughter of an alpha—tough, rebellious, and uninterested in love, especially in a world where male wolves were allowed multiple mates. Tired of her attitude, her stepmother forced her into an academy built to train fighters against deadly monsters.On her first day, Clementine was shocked to find her roommates were the worst people from her past:-Alpha Yorick, her bitter ex-boyfriend-Alpha Troy, her ex–best friend who believed she betrayed him-Alpha Haiden, the bully who had made her life hell-And Alpha Ian, her former cellmate who thought she manipulated him into punishmentThey all seemed to want revenge.But when they fought side by side on the battlefield, something strange happened–Clementine felt a mate bond with all of them.At first, things turned steamy. Hatred became desire. Tension turned into passion.But then, Clementine saw the truth: when it came down to it, they would always choose someone else over her.To them, she had only ever been a distraction, a toy to share and throw away.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.