NTR: Stealing wives in Another World - Chapter 53: We have a condition

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

After his village was destroyed by an E-Ranked demon horde, Augustus was titled the failed lord and mocked by other noble lords.Until, he died.Augustus regressed with the knowledge of the future and his SSS-Ranked skill “Talent Evolution,” fighting to change the D-Ranked village of Iona into an S-Ranked Empire.Need resources? His villager's 10x Resource Multiplier Talent was evolved into 100x! Enemies coming? His champion's Two-Hit Critical Attack was evolved into a One-Hit Critical Attack! Gods? He reared a couple in his courtyard.While other lords slept on their villagers’ talents, Augustus’s villagers transcended gods. While they mocked him for picking a dead village, he would transform it into an oasis.

Levelling up?Gods System?After dying from overwork, Harry awakens in a world where humanity fights for survival against relentless alien invaders, each person’s fate determined by a power they awaken on their tenth birthday.With his own tenth birthday looming, Harry chooses a seemingly weak ability, a decision that marks him as an outcast.But beneath the surface of this unassuming power lies a connection to ancient gods and a potential far beyond anything the world has seen.Armed with the mysterious System of the Gods, Harry must navigate a world teeming with treachery and secrets, where betrayal lurks around every corner. The alien threat, ever-adapting and evolving, doesn’t rest, growing stronger with each passing moment.As Harry struggles to master his newfound powers, he uncovers dark truths about the origins of the alien invaders—truths that could shatter everything he thought he knew.The fate of humanity teeters on the edge, and Harry’s true awakening is only just beginning.

Mutations occurred around the whole world and soon, a demonic apocalypse befell.

In order to defend against demonic beings, humans swiftly entered a globalized digital age. Everyone would be able to choose between a fighting or a supporting job through awakening once they reached the age of 18. These people would get stronger by slaying demonic beings.

Lu Yan had awakened to the weakest job, a Necromancer. However, he had also received a Job Supporting System and was able to reawaken into a hidden job, Lord of the Death.

“Necromancers are so weak that they die in one hit!”

“Man, that dude’s luck is just the worst. He did get a fighting job, but it’s the weakest. What can he do? Summon a few skeletons?”

“Also, aren’t there only like a handful of Necromancers out there? There aren’t a lot of experience or resources for them to inherit. Their future seems bleak.”

“Forget Necromancers! I got the Holy Knight job! Your all-around king is here!”

Not long after that, Lu Yan appeared in a full set of Death Nether Armor while wielding the Death Soul Scythe and leading a 100 thousand-strong death army. With a single swing of his scythe, he split the mythical rank demonic beast in half.

“Necromancers are weak? What does that have to do with me, the Lord of the Death?”