MTL - Absolute Deal - Chapter 87 2 times!

You emphasized harmony your whole life and this is how you go…!’ The successor of the Spear Master Sect and his apprentice Hyuk Woon Seong were framed of learning a forbidden Demonic art and slayed.

A helpless and pitiful death by the hypocrites of the Orthodox sect.

The moment Woon Seong faced his death, the artifact of the Spear Master Sect emitted light and gave him a new life.

The life as Number 900, a trainee of the Demonic Cult!

The two identities, the Orthodox Sect and the Demonic Cult.

But his objective is one. Vengeance! Accepting his destiny and remembering his grudge, Woon Seong trains in martial arts and his time of revenge slowly comes closer….

Take over the Demonic Cult and punish the hypocrites of the Orthodox Sect! The revenge story of Number 900, Woon Seong growing in tasks of life and death.

Reincarnated without memories, given a second chance as a chimera with a limited lifespan. Leon struggles through his strange new life. He attempts to improve his dungeon and evolve himself to live longer and become the strongest Dungeon Master—no. The Dungeon Overlord.Helped by his Dungeon System: the mysterious Ifrit, Zafira a Level 100 Succubus Queen, and his band of trustee goblins. Leon aims to overcome his limits, survive and reach the pinnacle of the world. Whether through trade, domination, or tricking the hero's beautiful party members into becoming his private mercenaries.Leon will face the weakest and strongest beings in the magical world of Umbra and surpass all!

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

Why, seems like I’ve become a haunted portrait.