The rise of the pervert primordial - Chapter 622 Lilia’s desires (part 2)

Silas Blackwood wakes up with a machine in his chest – his missing mother's parting gift to help him survive the war with the Fae. This “system” grants him bizarre abilities: neuromancy (magic of the mind), biomancy (magic of the body), and essomancy (magic of souls and essences). Oh, and it fused a leviathan's mana core into his body. Because why not become part sea monster?At Arcanium University, a military boot camp churning out mage knights, Silas finds himself targeted by rich brats who think being born with a silver wand up their ass makes them special. When they leave him for dead, Silas decides it's time to show these spoiled kids what real power looks like.As Silas grows stronger, he discovers he can upgrade himself by absorbing essences from magical beasts and demons. Just when he thinks he's got a handle on things, Silas learns his mother's alive, and now he's got a new mission: a rescue that'll take him and his friends straight into the depths of Hell.

【The No.1 beast taming online novel of 2024, the classic that you absolutely can't miss!】Bai Qi said, “We should approach ferocious beasts with a peaceful attitude and not indiscriminately kill them for personal desires, especially for unrealistic things like skill and bloodline snatching.”Media report: [Bai Qi said:“Kill ferocious beasts, grab skills!”]Bai Qi: “???”---------Bai Qi traveled to a world dominated by beasts and became a student of the Military Science Department. In order to explore the extreme evolution of beasts, he embarked on an abnormal path of evolution with a group of pets who had deviated from the evolution tree.“So…should I choose Mechanical Lady or Beast Ear Lady?”This is a wonderful adventure story about a beast that can evolve infinitely, but it seems that its evolution is not quite right！

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.

Anger. Pain. Desolation.