[Nightmare] - Chapter 202 [Get Your Story Straight]

"When will people understand.... I'm only half insane?"

Leonardo Anderson awakened one of the rarest Classes in existence — Beast Tamer.It should have been the beginning of his rise.Instead, it became the reason he was betrayed.Framed for stealing an A-Class Monster egg, stripped of his rights, and sentenced to lose his Class to the most powerful family in City Z, Leonardo was supposed to disappear quietly.But on the day everything was taken from him—A new System awakened.One that allows him to add a new talent or skill to his monster every single day.An ordinary owl becomes an S-Class predator.A fugitive becomes something far more dangerous.In a city where Awakeners kill each other in the shadows and justice belongs to the rich, Leonardo has only one rule:Survive.Level up.And never be powerless again.

[40,000 Words Before Lock-In] [R-18] [No NTR] [Smut] [Legal Teens] [Single MILFs] [Feisty GILFs] [Dangerously Funny]Renowned worldwide as Everyman, Joji Sins dominated the adult industry for decades, winning Best Adult Actor four years straight from 2010 to 2028, and building a strange kind of public love through quiet philanthropy despite his dirty reputation.Thirty years later, Joji is seventy seven, nearly completely deaf, and no longer in front of the camera. He did not get washed away. He retired into power instead, directing the scenes himself and still going strong.On the side, he even earned a proper medical license and became a real doctor.Then one ordinary day turns cruel. A broken light bulb. A ladder slip. A back that almost snapped wrong.The hospital discharges him three days later like he is already finished.His stomach grumbled after being in such a gloomy environment. A hotdog for a dollar across the road. Not too bad of a deal.After almost getting hit by a rearing armored truck, he got his change from a fan.Fucking finally you thought? Wrong.A runaway truck hurtles toward him.Joji breathes in relief. He is alive, just scraped up, glass shards biting into his wrinkled skin.Then something sprays his face. The stink is sharp, hard alcohol. His eyes track the source. Unleaded gasoline is gushing nearby.“Mother fu...”...Joji gasps and wakes. An unfamiliar bed. Gaudy ceiling ornaments. Steel clashing outside. A splitting headache.Memories that are not his punching through his skull. As he reaches for reality, a cold presence snaps into place before his eyes.{Welcome, good Sir Joji of Sins.}

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