Stellar Transformations - Chapter 625 - Book 17

In the face of absolute strength, every scheme proves futile. Yet, acquiring such strength demands substantial resources.Resources? Wealth?'Money is the last thing I care about,' – Tyler White.“Fellow Daoist, what are your superpowers again?”“I am rich.” (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

During the Third Great Ninja War, facing numerous enemies, Mirukawa Kaito was not in a hurry, and his hands quickly formed seals.“Water Style: Water Shuriken”“Lightning Style: Thunderbolt”“Ice Style: Ice Beam”“Lava Style: Precipice Blades”…Everything returned to calm.In the messy battlefield, Mirukawa Kaito fell into deep thought. He looked at [Focus Sash] on his left wrist and [Mystic Water] on his right hand.After a long silence, he threw the newly obtained [Onion] hard to the ground!“Damn! I am really a Pokémon, right?!”

A random invitation completely changed one man's life. Never to live the same ordinary days ever again.

Dungeons appeared, followed by the discovery of monsters and mystical races; the common sense of the modern world turned on its head the moment superhumans began to awaken and fight back these monsters.

Because they found something spectacular when killing the monsters...

The monsters dropped special items, from weapons and armour to resources and gold.

They were heralds of a new era!

These new resources could fuel the world's power, making fossil fuels and nuclear power obsolete.

Overnight, the world as people knew it changed.

Reality warped, welcoming the end of normal life and causing the world to spiral deeper into a mysterious chain of events.

The boy shouldering immense debt, inferior feelings due to his looks and dropping out of university.

Maybe fate gifted him this chance while looking at the strange app.

He has the chance to turn his life around forever, so he chooses.

To enter the Eternal Dungeon.

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A maid who is beaten on behalf of a noble boy.

Some memories of her childhood were cruel, but Yuriel held no resentment towards the boy. Rather, she liked it–The hand that carefully applied medicine to her wounds was always warm.

“M-Master, stop, Raph, sa, save…ah, mm…!”
“That’s why.. I told you.. to wait.. till I returned.”

But the Raphlet that appeared in her dreams showed nothing but passion and lust.

Prophetic dreams.
The ability that was like a stigma drove Yuriel towards an unknown future.

All I want is to be next to you.