Magical Soul Parade - Chapter 218: Prowlers On The Loose (II)

« MATURE CONTENT »His name is Raven Lustre. And the universe fucked him from day one.Imagine this: You get isekai'd to a fantasy world. Finally, right? Your moment. Dragon slayers, demon kings, the whole power fantasy package. Except when everyone else rolled Dragon, Archangel, Titan—bloodlines so pure they could split mountains on day one—you got Incubus.60% purity. The discount bin special.Not the “seduce and conquer” kind you read about in those masterpiece web novels. The “your pheromones are weaker than cologne” kind. The “you can't charm anyone stronger than you” kind. Which in a world where everyone else is a walking apocalypse? Means you can't charm anyone who matters.So while Gareth—the muscle-brained Titan hero—was bench-pressing boulders, and Astasia—the Holy Archangel with a body that belonged in a cathedral and a face she hid behind a helmet—was literally glowing with divine power, Raven was in the back. The strategist. The brain. The guy they kept around because someone had to think.And they hated him for it.Astasia called him trash. Disgusting. Bastard. Freak.Every curse word a noblewoman could learn, she threw at him like stones. He thought she despised him. Thought she saw him as the weakest link dragging down the hero party.Turns out? 89% favorability. She was a fucking tsundere.And he never knew. Never saw it. Because he was too busy surviving, too busy stealing quick fucks with noblewomen in hallways just to recharge his trash-tier powers, too busy being treated like a prostitute with a brain instead of a hero.Then there was Nyra. The cat-woman. Gareth's slave. The one Raven fucked in secret because that idiot was too busy drawing pictures of Astasia like a lovesick puppy. 96% favorability. The one who actually loved him. The one he promised to free.And he failed.An Incubus got who died at Hand of Succubus during their first Session.The End.

“Ding! Congratulations! You have received 7 billion red pockets!”

“Ding! Congratulations! You have received 50 million yuan!”

“Ding! Congratulations! You have received a Lamborghini Aventador!”

“Ding! Congratulations! You have received 51% stock of a listed company!”

“Ding! Congratulations! You have received a whole tower worth 5 billion!”

“Ding! Congratulations! You have received the skill, Combat King!”

“Ding! Congratulations! You have received the skill, God’s Singing Voice!”

“7 billion red packets? How long will it even take me to open all of them?” Lin Fan complained.

“Excuse me, how long do you think it will take you to earn a million?” a certain random reporter asked.

Lin Fan was silent.

“Sorry, but, why do you keep blinking?” the reporter asked.

“Didn’t you ask how long it would take?”

The day I saw Caleb’s interview on the ‘Celebrity Hot Gist’ talk show, our five-year relationship came to a humiliating end.***Hi, my name is Naya Rivers.Struggling actress. Betrayed fiancée and recently turned amateur assassin to save my dying mother.Now I’m posing as a replacement actress, sent to ruin the cold, ruthless Apex Entertainment President, Hansel Ward.Instead, I ruined myself and collapsed in his arms, only to wake up three days later as a prisoner in his penthouse.Turns out Hansel Ward isn’t just a billionaire. He’s a werewolf with a monster buried deep inside him.Now I'm trapped in his world—a hidden society of werewolf dynasties, vampire enemies, and ancient bloodlines. I'm bait in his game to smoke out whoever's trying to kill him.But here's what nobody knows: I'm immune to werewolf mind control. I'm the weapon vampires have been hunting for centuries. I'm the one thing that can destroy the most powerful werewolf dynasty in existence.Hansel Ward thought he was using me, joke’s on him, I’m the most dangerous thing that’s ever walked into his life.And this fake relationship? It's about to become the most real thing either of us has ever known.This is my story.My downfall.And now, my rise.It is now my turn to take revenge, and I won’t stop until I put everyone who has ever hurt me in the misery I am currently wallowing in.So yeah…Good luck to me.

Behind the calm smile lies a heart riddled with scars.Beneath the weight of fate burns an unyielding gaze.A body trapped in the abyss of despair—if it reaches out, can it grasp the light called hope?A soul locked upon the rack of destiny—if it prays sincerely, can it embrace the future called redemption?