MTL - The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort - Chapter 200 Dreaming old forest

I, Zatiel, Abyssal Lord, Ruler of Death and Destruction, Nightmare of Dys, have AWOKEN!!!!!.

His life contains events that can shake the universe:
-Fighting against Tiamat, Creator of Evil Dragonkind, in the first circle of hell, while billions of demons and devils butcher each other beneath them
-Start a World War against the Heavenly Race, and transform himself into a Golden Sun while he slaughters their greatest warriors, the Archangel.
-Enter the Final Gate and fight against the Outer Gods.
-Tearing the nine levels of Baator during his battles against the Prince of Evil, Asmodeus.

With his memories as a ruler of the Abyss and a Universal Existence, Zatiel will rise again.

She was the little chief secretary at Huo Yunting’s office, who carried out jobs both on the table and “under” the table.

[Shelter System successfully bound to host!]

[Option One: City of Light, save the survivors in the apocalypse and become a glorious and benevolent savior.]

[Option Two: City of Darkness, humans who enter the City of Darkness can only become your slaves. And you, will be the devil ruling over the apocalypse.]

Sorry, I am no saint, I choose City of Darkness! From today onwards, I will be a villain!

……………………………………………………………

Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.