Jobless Reincarnation - Mushoku Tensei - Chapter 196: The Red Wyrm’s Upper Jaw

The abyss descended, the world fell and dreadful horrors roamed the shadows of that that remained.Akaris found himself trapped on the other side in a city now overran and ruled by eldritch horrors of the abyss, he alone with his bow stood tall against creatures only told in nightmares and stories.He became the hunter of those who thought him prey, he became the nightmare of creatures that ruled the darkness.A ruthless killer who knew not mercy, who feared neither demon nor God, the lonely hunter who rules time.Until he was alone no more, he found others who were lost and abandoned like him, together they sought to shatter the chains that bound them and destroy the source of the apocalypse.Forced to dive into the endless abyss and compete with other races for dominance and the chance for survival. Akaris was forced to fight with all he had even if it meant leaving a trail of red in his wake.

In the last age of light, when the Dark Lord’s shadow grew long and deep, a single voice cried out through the veil of time.One child would be marked by the Dark—destined to stand as his equal.But prophecy never speaks in solitude.The Second Child was born not of fire, but of frost—A child of snow, carried by silence, forged in the cold ache of betrayal from another life.Once broken by a world that failed her,Now reborn into one that sings with ancient magic, she remembers everything—The scars, the silence, the hunger to be free.She carries not just a soul, but a secret lineage.Not Black, but White.The most ancient and feared house in wizarding Britain—rival to the House of Black.As the old war stirs again, the girl who walks with the snow must carve her own path,One not dictated by strangers , nor prophecy, nor fate.For she is not the chosen one.She is the one who chooses.Her name will never be spoken in prophecy’s limelight,But she will shape its every echo.When the wise fall,When the first light fades,When darkness hunts not just the chosen boy, but the truth itself .She will rise.Freed by will to a future she dares to dream,She will defy the prophecy’s chains,And forge a new legend.Her wand shall carve snow into fire,Her heart shall unmake silence,And her journey will lead not to glory,But to truth,To freedom,And to the light that returns after the storm.……………………………………….Author’s Note:Just a quick reminder before you begin—this fanfic is written entirely by me. I only use AI to help refine the grammar and polish the text. All the characters, plot, and story decisions are my own.I mention this at the start for those who may not prefer stories that use any form of AI assistance. I want to be upfront so you know what to expect.This fanfic is also firmly in the Yuri genre, focused on a female lead and her relationship with another girl—possibly two, but no more than that. Most likely, it will center around just one love interest.I hope you enjoy the story and the journey ahead!

“So basically... I'm a Necromancer from my game... in this world?”“...And I'm useless?”“Yeah, right.”---Alexander never expected his dull life to change—until a single message appeared. What seemed like a prank or an ARG from his game became something far more real.He transmigrates.Now, in the body of Asher Morgan, a nineteen-year-old with a lonely past. His plan? Stay under the radar, play it safe, and live like he always had—a gamer, a slacker.But fate had other plans.At Velcrest Academy’s Inauguration Ceremony, where students awaken their powers, Asher receives the worst possible class.“Outcast. Worthless.”That becomes his new name—until fate decides to change plans.The system glitches.—[ERROR… ERROR… Recalculating Awakening Process…][Hidden Ability Detected—Reawakening Process Initiated][SSS-Ranked Ability Unlocked: Sovereign of the Dead][Secret Evolution Triggered—Job Upgraded: Lord of Draconic Souls]—At first, he is frustrated, but then, he remembers....if the old Asher had lived to see this moment, he would have been miserable, abandoned, and forgotten.He reluctantly accepts his fate, ready to prove them all wrong.

“When the old gods are forgotten, they do not die—they wait.”In the year 1025, the Viking Age wanes.Iceland bows to Christ. The Althing governs by law. And the gods of old fade to whispers.But in the far Westfjords, something stirs.Vetrulfr, a former Varangian captain and exile, returns from the East with foreign gold, forgotten warcraft, and a hunger no man can name.He comes not in peace, but to raise Ullrsfjörðr from ash and ice; building walls, carving runes, and waging war on behalf of a dying faith.From Reykjavík to Aachen, rumors spread: a ghost walks the North once more. Some call him the son of Ullr. Others, a wolf-cloaked demon.But all will know his name.and when the Valkyries call, he will answer.