The Old Baseball Player System - Chapter 172: Sixth Round (21)

When I woke up after a pretty crappy death, what greeted me was one of those famous fantasy worlds! I didn’t expect anything like becoming the strongest with a common job, or rising to the top with the weakest class…

Ding!『You have acquired the skill: [Universal Language] – All tongues shall now bend to your understanding.』『You have acquired the skill: [Dimensional Exchange] 』『Item Detected: [Gold Coin x50] 』Initiating Currency Exchange…Exchange Rate: 1 Gold Coin = $1,000 USDConverting [50 Gold Coins] → [$50,000 USD].....Kael Lancaster grew up believing his family was ordinary—until he discovered that his estranged grandfather, Theodore, was a multi billionaire.Struggling with his family's debts and uncertain future, Kael decides to approach his grandfather and move into the Lancaster estate, becoming the old man's caretaker. For two years, he endures the family's contempt and Theodore's cold indifference, clinging to the hope that his loyalty will one day be rewarded.But when Theodore dies, the will delivers a brutal blow: Kael inherits nothing.Or so it seems.However, His grandfather had left him something else.A portal through which he could travel to another world—Kael can trade between worlds, amassing power beyond imagination.

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ]My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre.As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade, a masterpiece of folded steel, dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however, they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon.Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic.Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated:“[Project God Executioner has been activated.]”“[Accept?]” the voice asked.With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise, not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.