D.E.M.O.N.S: Getting Summoned Weekly isn't so Bad - Chapter 1689 Stalling Tactics

[ Mature Content Ahead! ][ Warning: Narcissist & Coldblooded Mc, Narcissist System ] [ You can Skip volume 1 which is simple slife of life + Smut, All Mc does is cuck the top four families and a sect master ][ The above suggestion is must if you hate slow pace smuts, also please purchase privilege and help me in Win-win, 180 coins for 50 chapters ][ Foot fetish & neck fetish ]This book has nothing special aside from how you can alter the fate of Main character.You can choose a option.Ding! Mc has found a girl.1. Add her to the harem2. Kill her.[ The choice lies in your hand]

After making a deal with a peculiar goddess, Victor awakens in a new world of swords & magic with a body of pure darkness and far too many eyes.

He had become a Netherborne—the strongest undead race in all of existence.

But what happens when a human mind inhabits such a creature? With dulled emotions and an insatiable hunger?

Does only death and destruction await the world? Or will Victor be the herald of a new undead civilization?

Patricia had only one goal in life: to finally break free from her abusive family. But what happens when she suddenly finds herself married to a man she has never even met?Just when she finally found the love of her life and landed her dream job, everything spiraled. Her world shifted overnight when she discovered she was married to the most infamous and feared man in the city.Roman Blackthorn, known as The Don of the Doctors, was revered for his unmatched medical skills and chilling indifference. Few knew much about him and he rarely appeared in public but everyone knew not to cross him.Believing her stepmother was behind it all, Patricia made the bold decision to face Roman and ask for a divorce… from a man who didn’t even know he was married.

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.