The Mafia Empire - Chapter 7 - Blood Oath

A very ordinary white collar worker, Han Sang Hoon.One day, he came late to work and there he finds a strange destiny called [12 Hours After]

A weak and useless man—unemployed and mocked by the world. A man who constantly surrounded himself with nine beautiful women.Someone who never looked like a ruler, yet was born with nine concubines at his side. Because of the hidden malice in each of them, his life ended in tragedy.After his death, a soul from beyond the Void Domain descended into this world, granting a second chance at life.With memories of his previous existence intact, he resolved not to repeat the same mistakes.“Who would have thought I’d be reborn so far from my birthplace? Even that surprises me… but it doesn’t matter. I’m glad this body possesses such extraordinary talent.”It no longer matters who wishes to kill me. I, William von Cassias, will reclaim the recognition of the entire world.***Others Tags:Fast-Paced, Talented Man, Possesion, Obssesion, Outer Gods, King, Ruler, Deity Beings, Miracles, Weak To Strong, Strong To Strongest, Useless Man, Adult Scenes, Polygamy, Revenge, Hatred To Loved, Trash Man, Cunning Man, Anti Naive, Princess, Saintess, Goddesses, Demoness, Hate And Love Relationship, Threesome, Masochist, BDSM, Mysterious Man***More Illustrations? Here!discord.gg/4yCzqTCUhp***Yuri? No! Of course not! I’ve never loved the yuri genre.Netorare? No! I only write a single MC who steals another man’s woman.Cultivation? Yes, but not really. The power level on the novel is not weak.

A god of a different world had abruptly appeared in my classroom and semi-forcibly summoned the entire class to his world.ーーーーexcept for me, Kamiya Yato.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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