Reincarnator - Chapter 92: Wasp Legion (3)

[Warning: 18+ CONTENT AHEAD]Primordial Demon King of mischief, bored out of his mind, and unable to grow any further in strength on the highest plane of hell; decides to escape that place by initiating a summoning of his primordial soul into a different plane of existence.He burned his own immortal and primordial essence and body as fuel in order to ignite the summoning ritual he had spent epochs perfecting.However, the summoning ritual didn't go quite as planned, as his soul is caught up in a different summoning which pulls it into the body of a young man who was summoned with his group of classmates to a different world and in a different dimension to help vanquish the demon king that plagued that world.As luck would have it. The one thing the primordial demon king of mischief has been searching for; a means to become stronger than he ever was; he has found on this new world.Now, using his Authority-Level abilities... He will do whatever it takes to achieve his new goal. All the while living a life he has been deprived of for epochs, a life deserving of a true primordial demon king of mischief.He will extract your most deeply buried desires..._______________Authority Of Mischief….. Desire. ~~~~~~~~~~If only I could find a dìck big enough to fill me up.~~~~~~~~~~_______________He will gladly fulfill your desires.... for just a little price, of course...________________Subject's Desire Has Been Met...Authority Of Mischief.... Fulfillment [Awakens...]Authority Of Mischief….. Fulfillment Resonates with Authority Of Mischief.... DesireAuthority Of Mischief..... Fulfillment is Reading Subject Of Desire...~~~~~~~~~~Replicating Most Potent Constitution Of Subject Of Desire...Successfully Replicated Divine Skill [ Infinite Penetration]...Now Generating Seed Of Subordination....Seed Of Subordination Successfully Deposited In Subject Of Desire...Time Of Germination For Seed Of Subordination [14DAYS: 10HR : 4MIN : 7SEC]~~~~~~~~~~_______________Now those who thought they have summoned a hero to save them; will themselves soon need saving from this hero.

The Beast Running Back (RB). From mixed martial arts to football, from an obscure rookie to a superstar sweeping the league, from an outsider who knew nothing to a terrifying beast... He left numerous legends on this field and became a myth that changed the sport, yet at the beginning of the story, the creator of all these legends claimed innocently, Football, what’s that? I’m truly not a football prodigy, really.

The story revolves around Charles Karino, a Levaamu Empire mercenary aerial pilot who mans the twin seater reconnaissance seaplane Santa Cruz. One day, he receives a preposterous assignment: to fly solo over 12,000 kilometers of enemy waters to protect a girl named Fana del Moral. Fana happens to be the next in line to the empire’s throne and a girl possessing beauty “equal to 5,000 beams of light.”

This is a standalone book. There’s another series under the name “To Aru Hikuushi e no Koiuta” (Love Song for a Certain Pilot) set in the same world, but in a completely different place and with different characters.

– Ulrezaj @ Mazui

Adapted to anime as “The Princess and the Pilot”

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.