Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse - Chapter 241 July 18th, 2032 | Lady Roybock

(Warning: This novel has an r18 tag and contains mature content.)Adyr, once a notorious serial killer, met a brutal end and welcomed death as the final judgment for his sins.But he awoke in a parallel Earth, where the rich alter their genes and superhumans are the norm.Believing some unknown force had given him a second chance, Adyr buried the monster within and chose a quiet, normal life.For eighteen years, he lived in poverty with his family, suppressing his urges and forcing himself to be human.Until the day he entered a new VRMMORPG.A game that doesn’t just alter virtual stats but mutates real genes and pushes players toward evolution.And with every evolution, his bloodlust surfaced again, turning him back into the villain he once was.

Civilizations change and the era restarts.

The world returned to the age of steel and steam is full of chaos, madness, twist and evil.

Among them, a group of sorcerers called truth followers have done all their bad things.

They sacrificed to evil gods, besieged the Pope, assassinated the emperor, and even provoked the First World War…

All of this had nothing to do with the transmigrator Melon. When the world was in turmoil, he was the one who squatted aside and watched the show.

Until one day, this group of people came to him and insisted on recognizing him as the leader, and also said that he was the son of destiny. Everything they did before was because they followed his instructions…

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In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives.As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.“Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?”I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.“This was the only way,” the voice repeated, resolute. “The only way to stop her.”Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...