Xianxia: My Junior Sisters Are Freaks! - Chapter 158 - Demon King Antoine

Ethan Smith walked down the empty street, cigarette in mouth, shaking his head and forcing a bitter smile. Who could have imagined that after three years of marriage, all that remained was betrayal?

He vowed to make that woman regret what she had done and promised to make everyone who had been good to him live a good life.

Yes, it was Emily Taylor, the woman who had helped him out of the abyss of despair when he hit the lowest point in his lifetime.

“Emily, it's time for me to take care of you.”

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Travel through the Naruto world and be reborn as a dried persimmon ghost shark.

“As a dam maintainer, I carry two hundred catties of lime with me, which is very reasonable and reasonable, right?”

“The so-called unlimited physique means that you are in charge of physique, and I am in charge of unlimited.”

I kidnapped and robbed, didn’t pay my debts, beat up the elderly, bullied children, attacked others without telling the truth, and often killed my superiors and employers…

But I know that I am a good ninja.

I have the heart of a bodhisattva, the face of a vajra, and the means of demons. I walk in the darkness of the ninja world, but I pursue a bright future where everyone is like a dragon.

I, the dried persimmon shark, was born a miscellaneous fish, and swore that one day, I would smash this boring world dominated by blood theory.

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Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.