The Black Necromancer - Chapter 21 Elena

“But he is a good man,” she argued to see his eyes narrow at her words.

When the stories of the novels are derived from one world, the characters have life and self-awareness, and the plot begins to deviate gradually.

Youth campus sadomasochism, urban bully’s stand-in dog-blood abuse, master and apprentice forced love and sadism… The scumbags and scumbags get together and blossom, but the tool people, male supporting characters, villains, and abused minors are unwilling to cooperate.

When those tool people, male protagonists, and villains get the script: if you like it, go for it.
When the abused protagonist got the script: I am ready to turn over and attack, thank you.

World One: The Story of Youth Campus
Smiling senior Gong × poor Black Lotus Shou.

World 2: Country Style Love Story
The son of the rich and lucrative landlord’s family is attacked by the hunter.

World Three: Urban Domination
The boss × the canary who was raped

World 4: Two or three things in the world of immortal cultivation
The evil ghost king attack × the cold and noble teacher honored

Other planes are tentatively scheduled.

Reading tips:
1. Main attack!
2. Unit stories, independent protagonists in each world

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Content tags: Qiangqiang, a soft spot, sweet text, wearing a book
Search keyword: Protagonist: Boli ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: Have a sweet love
Purpose: Born to the sun, not afraid to move forward

- Description from novelbuddy

I reincarnated inside my favorite eroge—as the main villain. But this time, I won't die like a disposable side character.Gifted with an SSS-Rank Taming System by a wickedly beautiful goddess, I’ll turn the heroines of the “main characters” into mine.One by one... they’ll kneel, obey, and crave me instead.---Check out my discord for character illustrations: https://discord.gg/Z9pY9tE9e8(No Yuri/No NTR)

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.