The Martial Unity - Chapter 3038: Triumphant Declaration

In an accident, Zhao Xu had the ability to make various items. Jewellery, antiques, and crafts are all trivial. Sir, would you like to have a unique sports car?

Come to me, Batman Chariot gives you extreme enjoyment! What, do you want Iron Man armor? Sorry, how about I buy it for Megatron as a bodyguard? Carrier groups invade your territory?

Don’t be afraid, the Avengers Sky Carrier will let you know what a domineering side leak is!

Rich people, come on, let your banknotes tremble, our slogan is: “Sows can go up the tree, dreams can come true!”

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[5 Spell Books][280 Spells and Rituals][Ressuration Completed[System initializing… Synchronization in progress…][Synchronization Complete][Harem Codex Initiated]Every normal thing in his life took a great turn after he Fucked the goddess of lust.This is what I was born to become 'A Monster.' They will fear me! They will crumble in my presence! My purpose is not to save but to destroy, my legacy will be remember forever...Azrael was once the kingdom’s deadliest weapon, forged in the shadows by the criminal elders and a king who demanded perfection. But when his humanity cracked under their brutal training, they abandoned him to a witch-run asylum, branding him broken and useless. Left to rot in despair, Azrael met his end in the ward—until the witches intervened.Out of pity and defiance, they performed a forbidden ritual, combining 280 spells from five ancient grimoires. Their sacrifice gave Azrael a second chance, transmigrating his soul into a new body.He awakens with a system unlike any other: a reality-bending tool granting him the ability to charm and seduce powerful women, each conquest unlocking new powers and revealing deeper truths about his own existence.In a world where women dominate 75% of the population, Azrael uses his newfound abilities to climb the ranks of society, assembling a loyal and influential harem. But as his strength grows, so do the secrets surrounding his rebirth. Each revelation pulls him closer to uncovering the true nature of the system and the conspiracies that reach far beyond his betrayal. Is he the master of his destiny, or just a pawn in a greater game?-___A/N: Sypnosis not long, but gives all it should give, before you judge, read up to the first 15 chapters and leave a review once done.....See y'all in the book.You want a wise MC? You got it!You want an MC who will turn out not to merciful? You got it!Fast paced story? You got it!Something a little bit new, and out of the ordinary? You got it!Level up of both the MC and Villain and system? You got it![Adventure, Action, R18, Isekai, System, weak to strong, Handsome ML, Beautiful FLs, Demons, Monster Girls, Beasts, Apocalypse: All Check ..]

'I should have stayed home and played video games' this was Ray's last thought before darkness engulfed him after he was hit by a car.

But surprisingly instead of finding himself before the gate of hell after dying, Ray found out he was transmigrated into another world.

The world Ray was transmitted to was called Arora world, a world where you can use different kinds of skills, magic and can even get powerful classes.

Ray found himself in a body of a young boy called Evan, who was studying in a hunter academy after awakening his ability at the age of fourteen.

At first, Ray was happy that he was transmigrated into the body of someone who has awakened his ability and can use the magic that he always wanted to use.

But when Ray goes through the memories of Evan, he finally found out everything is not as simple as he was expecting.

Evan has a unique physique that doesn't allow him to increase his power like other people, because of his useless unique physique Evan was the weakest hunter in the entire academy.

And that was not all the more Ray looks at the memories of Evan the more he realizes just how troublesome his situation is.

“I know I enter in this body without buying a ticket but isn't this too much?” Ray said in a depressed voice after going through the memories of Evan.

Will Ray be able to survive in this new world?

Is the physique of his new body really useless?

Join Ray In his adventure to find out.

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