Rest in a Demon's Embrace [BL] - Chapter 8

It has been about 30 years since dungeons were suddenly appeared in the modern world and Seekers, people who are adapted to dungeons, began to appear among the population.

One morning, Musou Daichi, a high school graduate and freelance worker, realizes that he has become a seeker. Seekers are people with unique abilities such as level, status, and skills.

Daichi bikes to a nearby dungeon and explores his first dungeon through trial and error. This is the story of a young man who gradually gains power while raising his level, acquiring skills, and cashing in the magical stones obtained by defeating monsters.

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The world was destroyed, torn to shreds by the war as it raged on. With the falling of nuclear bombs, the mutation strangely adapted and became an entirely new element.Those who couldn't withstand this mutation became beings tethering on the edge of life and death, becoming undead.Only a small population remains on the earth now.In this small population, some can adapt to the mutation and awaken unique powers in the apocalypse, while others are entirely unaffected, still like normal people.Ray was just a normal E-class awakener, but a faithful purple crystal changed everything.Through the purple crystal, a “system” activated inside him, which could allow him to get stronger the more he spreads his genes.Necromancer, wizard, martial artist to sorcerer - every single skill was possible as long as he spread his genes.From that moment, Ray walked the path of spreading his genes “for the sake of humanity.”#no ntr, yaoi or yuri

Jung Hyeonwoo who had no talent, no money and no luck. “Why do I see the information inside the game?” He started to see the things that are not supposed to show up since he got electrocuted by lightning.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”