The Demon's Menu - Chapter 161: The Purpose (Please Subscribe~ Please Vote for Monthly Tickets~)

“Let the world burn… if that’s what it takes to keep them from stealing what’s mine.”William Knox, once hailed as the brightest inventor of the century, dies with his heart corroded by betrayal. His daughter and closest friend stripped him of everything—his legacy, his empire, his future. But death wasn’t the end… it was only the beginning.He awakens in a strange world, ruled not by science, but by magic. His body is no longer his own. His soul is bound by a dark contract, and his mind is still tethered to his past—thanks to a newborn AI and the last working prototype of his neural implant.“Will you make a contract with me?”Guided by the cold logic of his most innocent creation and the limitless power of arcane forces, William must survive among arcane kingdoms, ancient beings, and buried secrets that defy reality.To succeed, he’ll need to master this new world’s magical laws, manipulate those who inhabit it, and uncover why he was brought here… and by whom.Vengeance forged his soul.Magic will shape his destiny.And the truth… will destroy the world.A story of magic, vengeance, and the birth of a new god of nightmares begins here...----------------------Warning:-------------------------------Explicit sex scenes starting from chapter 19, in any case this story is not focused on R18 it is just an explicit series.

Marauders shot Yuan in the head and buried him in a ditch. They thought it would be enough to put him down. They were wrong.Rising from the dead by the will of the Gun, demigod of revenge and firearms, Yuan only has one goal in mind: track down his murderers across the Unmade World and slaughter every last one of them. With the bullet-core stuck in his skull marking him as a Gunsoul, he can finally teach these arrogant cultivators a lesson they’ll never forget.But revenge isn’t so easy to claim. To carve out a path through the wasteland, Yuan will have to face power-hungry sects, nuclear cultivators, and weapon-gods. Let them come. No one will bury him again.He’ll give them all a taste of Bullet Hell.

Zhu Tong was born in a wealthy family, but the pampered young master suffered from a serious cleanliness addiction, and there were so many things that even God can’t stand it, so he was given a sickness and even coughed three mouthfuls of blood.

The day before his death, he was inexplicably bound to a system.

The system told him that he was actually a cannon fodder villain in a danmei novel who humiliated the heartthrob protagonist and suffered the consequences. If he wanted to survive, he had to find the only one in the novel, the white moonlight, who was not attracted to the protagonist and get full favorability from him.

In order to find him, Zhu Tong changed schools.

The new school was located in a remote small county with eight-person dormitories, a canteen for big pot meals, and only one public toilet in a teaching building.

Zhu Tong: In order to survive, he will endure!

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Coming out of the Ideal Human Project, Mizuhara Ayato was referred to as the 'perfect human'. However, life was not so simple for this unfortunate boy. Stuck between other genius students and a meritocratic high school, Mizuhara would find himself unable to live a calm life.

Who really is Mizuhara Ayato?

Apathetic, listless and uncaring, will anyone ever make Mizuhara feel something? Even in the harsh conditions of the Tachibana System, he shows no signs of struggle.

Is he the ultimate proof that nurture is stronger than nature?

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Sara Fujiharu, the cutest girl in the school, is also known as the 'Seatmate Bully'. Every few weeks, the class seating changes and every time, Fujiharu-san gets a new target. What's her goal? To make the boy sitting next to her fall in love, and once she does, she destroys their heart, crushing their love.

Why does she do this? I still don't know.

It's March 23rd, the day of the seating change. So far, ten boys have fallen for her traps, her playful attitude, and her innocent face. Not a single boy so far has managed to brush off her attacks-and every single time; their weak hearts have been crushed.

Now it's my turn.

However, my heart is not so easily played with.