Re:Zero All Sins - Chapter 38: Witch Hunt

This is a normal Overlord fanfic.The main character, Felix, will later cross over to other universes.In a nutshell, Felix is granted three wishes, which he uses to reincarnate in the world of the Overlord anime. I have an idea to share some pictures in the comments or in the Discort. Of course, life is not all rosy and Felix can do many evil things to get what he wants. Especially in a place like the New World where he'll need such devilry. OP MC, Evil like MC large harem, there will be “some” R-18 scenes in future episodes, but those parts are a long time away.MC will not sleep with every woman he meets in the New World. I only have the legal rights to the characters I create.No Yuri, No Netorare.The pictures of the characters I create are my own. This novel was written through a translator program, if you find any mistakes, please write.

In a world where life energy fuels martial prowess, Shen Yifan, with a mere mortal lifespan of a hundred years, finds solace in slaying demons to extend his own vitality. Amidst the chaos of a realm teeming with malevolence, he brandishes his blade, striking terror into the hearts of creatures who have roamed the earth for centuries! Yet, amidst his valiant exploits, Shen Yifan sometimes ponders, why does his lifespan seem to dwindle faster with each use of his powers? Sheathing his sword, he gazes skyward, hearing tales of the divine palace in the heavens, where immortal beings dwell, having weathered endless eons. Embarking on a celestial journey, he seeks to beseech the gods for a loan of a million years, to pave his path towards eternal life.

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.

“I hope you don’t fall in love with me, because I won’t be taking responsibility,” warned the young man. “Don’t worry, I won’t fall in love with a body double,” the employer dully replied. Yet, both of them forgot what they had said.