The Hero King, Reincarnate to Master the Art of War ~And Thus, I Became The Strongest Knight Disciple (♀) in The World~ - Chapter 407: 16 Year Old Inglis and the Highland on Distance Sea (16)

[By the Author that brought you “Martial God Regressed to Level 2”]The Swordmaster, who unified the continent and vanquished the Demon King with nothing but his sword, thought he would live out his days peacefully in a world of tranquility.One day, however, he awakens 1,000 years later in the body of a distant descendant.In a world where magic is now held in higher regard than the sword, the empire has crumbled, and the imperial lineage has fallen into ruin.“More importantly, what is this pathetic excuse for a body?”He now inhabits the body of Kaylen, once known as a “walking slime”.With the demonic realm invading once again, he makes a vow:“Since I’ve mastered the sword, I might as well master magic too.”Thus begins the return of a transcendent being, armed with unparalleled magic and absolute swordsmanship, destined to save the world!

Global evolution, the last phase of its arrival.

Being born with a golden spoon in his mouth, Jing Xia has had a smooth sailing journey. Having experienced three Beast Tides, exterminated those with S grade physiques, he never expected to die tragically at the hands of his blood-related younger brother.

Opening his eyes, he found himself back in the time before the end of the evolution!

What?!

You have a spatial golden finger?

Hehe, I have an invincible human-shaped lethal weapon!!!

A certain human-shaped lethal weapon: ……

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Who said that virtual online games are outdated?

Cold-blooded competition, warm daily life, clouds of beauties, all brothers, isn’t that pretty?

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There is an ugly beast that violates women in prison.

A treacherous beast that is feared and called a “Butcher”.

That’s me.

I was once a human but now I can’t even remember my own name.

I can’t speak, and I don’t understand a word they say.

It is in this deep loneliness that I am pouring my essence into the women everyday.

I pour my burning rage into them.

Over and over again, until they conceive.

From morning till night. Until the women’s souls withered.

To show them that I’m an excellent stallion and an obedient domestic animal.

But my soul has not perished yet.

I will break free from this prison soon. And when I do, it will be your last.

Every human who betrayed me, every demon who altered me, I will trample down like an ant.

And it won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

The dawn of the beast is near.