NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse - Chapter 167: Sex Dungeon 3 *R18

She remembers him because of the mole at the corner of his eyebrow;He remembers her simply because she is her.Every passing encounter becomes a story in the memory,And you are the ending of my story.

The scum’s or villain’s long road of transformation was tentatively set to the world:
The abandonment of the educated youth’s wife (Completed)
The hidden marriage of the scum film emperor (Completed)
The best brother in the world (Completed)
The Phoenix male who destroy the bridge after crossing the river (Completed)
The treasonous general (Completed)
I’m an honest man (Completed)
To become the top scorer in the School of Agriculture (Completed)
The soft rice man’s self-cultivation (Completed)
The whole world is reborn (Completed)
I want to survive on a desert island (Completed)
The stallion male who has seized the opportunity (Completed)
The perverted self-salvation (Completed)
The spring of the loafer (Completed)
The misplaced life (Completed)
The miser career (Completed)
The ghost is out of feeling (Completed)
The Queen’s favorite husband (Completed)
The vicious girl with her godfather (Completed)
I want to be a good person (Completed)
I does not tear up the family (Completed)
The perverted common plant (Completed)
The Mary Sue’s men (Completed)
Every time I was reborn, someone wants to kill me (Completed)
The old people’s counterattack path (Completed)
The global evolution (Completed)
When I became a net red (Completed)
For you, good person (Completed)
His heart had white moonlight (Completed)

- Description from Novelupdates

Welcome Zhang Yu to the art life section of Yangtai. I am the host army!
     The literary world calls your work the peak of God.
     The comic world calls your work insurmountable.
     The music industry calls your work the limit of art.
     The film industry calls your work a box office myth.
     Of course, these are not what I want to ask.
     I want to ask…
     What is it for the sports world?

- Description from uukanshu

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.