Ankoku Kishi Monogatari ~Yuusha wo Taosu Tameni Maou ni Shoukansaremashita~ - Chapter 48.3 : Hero and Demon

Lucien, a guy who has nothing but the desire to save his mother. To get strong enough, he makes a contract with the demon of L.u.s.t. And now, only by making a great harem, will he gain the power to protect those dear to him.

Reborn in the world of Naruto, Otis is granted a single “Legendary Skill”: Throwing. No chakra beasts. No kekkei genkai. Just the art of hurling things... perfectly. Now a towering five-year-old in Konoha, Otis must survive a ninja world that laughs at his gift — until they see what a true master of throwing can do.------------------------------------------Disclaimer:This is a fan fiction inspired by Naruto by Masashi Kishimoto. All rights belong to their original owners. No copyright infringement intended. For concerns, contact me and I’ll take it down.------------------------------------------(A/N):This Fanfiction is written by me.This is not a translation or adaptation.I upload on Webnovel, Royal Road, and Scribble Hub only------------------------------------------Want to read ahead?Join my Patreonpatreon.com/pacifist01https://discord.gg/SeF8utGspM

“Look, boss, that red dragon lacks dragon's might, and it doesn't even know how to breathe fire. Let's take it down and make a fortune,” said one of the adventurers.At that moment, the lethargic red dragon opened its eyes, looked at the adventurers appearing before it, drew a forty-meter sword, and deployed techniques such as Sword Mastery, Samadhi True Fire, Eighty Nine Mystical Powers, and Law Heaven and Earth...The world became quiet again, and the red dragon rolled over and continued its nap.This is the story of a red dragon who, after years as an overworked employee, finds himself reincarnated in another world.Devoid of the intrinsic knowledge and natural abilities of dragons, it wields other formidable skills.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.