Slave Harem in the Labyrinth of the Other World - 004 – Grasp of the situation

After dying miserably, Chaos suddenly finds himself reborn in the body of a chimera between a Vampire and a Dragon created by an insane Elder Lich who claims to be his father.

Thrown into a an universe filled with darkness, monsters, dungeons, and gods, he finds himself born as the calamity of the entire galaxy, the primordial evil, an entity that shouldn’t exist!

Packed with a cold-headed mind, a calm demeanor, and the power of both Vampires and Dragons developing within his chimeric body, Chaos will awaken his Chaos Magic, and gain Skills from the monsters that he eats, bringing forth the end of all those that dare come to take his life!

This is the tale of the Devourer of Worlds, the Living Calamity, the Primordial Evil, Chaos!

But was he all of this? Or was Chaos misunderstood?

Watch as Chaos discovers the truth about his origins, and finds a purpose in his new life, and the fate that awaits him!

He has been abandoned by his clan.

He has been considered waste from his childhood but he is a “Peerless Genius”.

His father with the help of another person has sealed his Dantian to stop him exposing his exceptional talent but after his rebirth, he becomes the most dazzling star of the continent. However he faces crisis and difficulties as his Dao goes against the Heaven’s will.

Overcoming everything, eventually he achieves the highest boundary “The God of War”.

- Description from Novelupdates

I was reincarnated into the world of Academy City.Since things turned out this way, I decided to aim for a decent job and live a happy life.As long as I catch the villains who will become the Great Villain, there shouldn’t be any problems.“Greetings. I am Ahn Woo-jin, a second-year student and the 45th Disciplinary Committee Leader this year.”And so, I became the Disciplinary Committee Leader, leading the top-ranked enforcement squad.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”