Chaos' Heir - Chapter 820 Roar

[Power System has beautiful Waifus as his spirits.]

[Read for the great plot and a perfect HAREM. There will be SMUT chapters only when required. The protagonist isn't Naive and treats his woman with care.]

[Read only if you want a great plot, sweet romance, a perfect harem, and good smut without any forced development.]

[Story would make sense as you progress I have avoided info dump and explained in a natural way to answer each question through the characters.]

*Ding!*

[Dual Cultivation System installed]

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Yue Yan Gets kidnapped by the goddess on his sweet night with his girlfriend. She asks him to help her on a mission against the XieLong temple but he turns her down.

Later, some mysteries reveal their past and Yue Yan agrees to help her in order to meet his Bing'er again who has also been sent to the new world.

When he transmigrates into the body of Meng Long, he finds out he has a special Physique, the Supreme Yang body that stops his growth in Cultivation unless he Dual-Cultivates with a woman.

Yue Yan's new family had mistreated his predecessor Meng Long so he decides to leave the clan to embark on a new path with his beautiful concubine Xue Rou.

Join Yue Yan AKA Meng Long, in his Journey to reach the pinnacle of the world.

When I woke up, I was flabbergasted.I was in the world of Naruto, arguably one of the most dangerous place in the world.But I will survive, and reach my dreams neverthelessAlternate universe, be warned.I own nothing#naruto #antihero #genius #system

Life isn’t dramatic.

Takasugi Shinsaku once mentioned, “The mind to bring interest to an otherwise uninteresting world”, but if you’ll let me have my say, “An otherwise uninteresting world is also interesting”.

The world is just right with this level of boredom.

That is the conclusion to the results of my, Kagoshima Akira’s seventeen years of lived experience.

It’s not like anything’s ever going to happen.

I mean.

Witches from other worlds,

and cyber soldiers paying a visit from the future,

and psychics fighting under the instruction of research institutions

don’t exist, after all.

The waves ripple around me,calling me in a whisper,Into the deepest part of the ocean.As I walk on the soft sand,the water sweeps over my feet,surrounding where I stand,giving me the sweetest sensation.Oh ocean,why do I feel so attracted to you?Why do I feel the tickling of your whispers?As it causes cold shivers down my spine.I could hear your gentle lullaby,It roars like a lion, yet so steady and honestJust like a refined diamond.Oh, sea, why do you call my name in a whisper?Caressing waves upon the shore,Once again you beckon me.Why do you show yourself at my doorstep?Why do I feel your presence everywhere I go?Why do you call me so desperately?I want to know, cause when the sea calls?Who will answer?