MTL - Repairer - Chapter 37 Literati Eight Loves

Elena, who spent her entire life as a cold-blooded female knight to avenge her family, ended up dying without claiming her revenge. When she opened her eyes she found that she went back into the past. By day she was a lady in a dress, and at night she carried a sword to change history and prevent her family’s destruction.

Turned into a vampire with no political backing, wealth, or power, Dylan immediately tries to become the strongest there is. Facing numerous dungeon breaks and a coming invasion of unknown origin, Dylan must do everything he can to fight back. In the process, Dylan tries to make the world a better place in his way, by taking control of as much land and women as he can. Watch as Dylan amasses power and influence among monsters and humans and rises to the top in more ways than one.

From man to succubus after death!? Isekai adventuring at it's finest.

Adventia, world of fantasy, where adventurers live and thrive. Our intrepid hero acquires the Succubus class, transforming her into a carnal loving she-demon with a desire for all things erotic!

In fact, to level he (I mean, she) must lewd!

***Warning 18+ Only***

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...[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.