Prodigiously Amazing Weaponsmith - Chapter 4963 - : Death with a touch

In the legends that were told, ten thousand years ago the twelve demon kings wreaked havoc upon the world, almost completely destroying it. Ten thousand years later, the late arriving Bella discovered that she had been screwed over by her reincarnation, the ranks of the Saviors are already filled and she has to change teams in order to pass the days. Having her gender changed into a beautiful girl… she endured that, not being able to join the righteous side and obtain cheat abilities… she endured, but what she could not endure, was that the world that she had transmigrated to was toxic beyond belief. No one here does their rightful jobs properly, be they heroes, demon kings, or creator gods… in fact, Bella felt as if they all had also started with the wrong faction!

[Additional tag: GL, Yuri, Only Wholesome romance, Harem, Slow romance, Academy, Fluff, Lighthearted, Overpowered Protagonist and Love Interest][Update Daily]Seven Witches. Seven Sins. Mel always found the apocalyptic Gacha World of the 'Witchhunter's Howl' quirky and confusing. The Tragic Witches. The over-powered Saintess. The Bad Ending. And the twelve thousand Dollar she spent on pulling PNG waifus. Really, another salary emptied? Aw, she still hasn’t bought the new, limited merch yet!But now, transmigrated back to the world 15 years before the apocalypse, Mel had a new mission: as the Witch of Lust, she had to seduce the six other witches, plus the Saintess, to prevent the end of everything.Now if only the Kingdom would stop mistaking her for a terrorist, her childhood friend-turned-lover Envy would chill on the yandere vibes, and the Saintess wouldn’t tease her every chance she got...“Ah... I want Miss Pride to be my chair at my tea party...” Mel sighed, just another normal thought on another not-so-normal day.

A Lovecraft- inspired darker, grittier One piece fanfic. A fanfic based on emotion and madness. A fanfic not for the faint hearted.----------------Regret. I have been drowning in it for far too long. I’ve regretted every choice I’ve made, every mistake I’ve carried, every moment of my past. I’ve regretted the present I live, the path I walk. Even my future, uncertain as it may be, has been tainted by regret.But not anymore. I refuse to live under its shadow. Yet, I know the truth—I don’t have the power to escape it completely.Am I not like a flicker of flame? So fragile, so fleeting—one puff, and I’m gone.Regret has burdened me, weighed me down to make me climb the towering wall of greatness. But I press on.It was all I could do. All I ever wanted to do.

His name was Brayden Neal, and he was an ordinary citizen. At eighteen years old, he was bestowed the title of a king!

After ten years of fighting in the northern borders outside the kingdom, he finally returned home. He swore to kill three people the moment he arrived at the capital…