The Tales of Draconic Warlock - Chapter 158 My return to home and plans for next

A crumbling empire, a turbulent government, widespread chaos, and an international arena filled with covetous foreign powers—this was Spain in the latter half of the 19th century. Reborn as Carlo, the first Spanish King of the House of Savoy, his absolute priority right now is figuring out how to secure his throne.

“7.9 billion people, 3.8 billion of them are women. I saw millions of them in my lifetime, talked with thousands, known hundreds.” Yelled the man, while raising his hand toward the sky.“And...not a single...pussy for me…..god…why.” And burst out in tears.[5 minutes Before ]The person yelling at the god Erwin Tynan is a successful corporate slave, because of his well-paid job at a multinational company. He just had a dinner meeting with his slave colleagues and was waiting for his ride.Standing under the lamppost while enjoying the winter night, he said, “What a beautiful night,” and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. And continued with a sigh, “sigh, it will become more beautiful if I have someone as beautiful as this night in my arms. ”Saying this, he searched for a lighter in his pocket but couldn't find it. Suddenly, a hooded person approached Erwin while he was searching his pockets and pulled out a lighter from his jacket.Seeing the man approaching him suddenly Erwin was surprised and, seeing the lighter in the person's hand, he said, “thanks man”And leaned forward to light his cigarette. Lighting his cigarette, he tries to get a glimpse of a person's face. After seeing the face, he was astonished. Because under the hood. It was a beautiful girl. Her skin was white as snow, her hair black as night, and her crystal red eyes and blood-soaked lips were challenging the night's beauty. Her expression was colder than ice and they enhanced her beauty more.But there was something wrong here because Erwin's astonished face was now grim. And had an on his stomach from a gun in a woman’s hand.“Why?” he painfully said, falling over.

Aizel has been depressed since he was a young man. From being tormented in school to being treated as an outcast solely because he is an antisocial person, the only things that kept him going were novels, manga, piano, and sword practice.He never anticipated being transferred to another world while drunk by the side of a lake under the moon. The world with mana is filled with superpowers, magic, and monsters, and he is unsure whether he is dreaming or not.Only to discover later that he possesses a power that may be called the most deadliest thing he could have ever imagined, but with limitations and drawbacks...“All of the kingdoms, magic, and everything about Xelgar fascinate me. But what Alora said makes me very curious.”“I knew I could easily use sword skills, fire skills, and techniques because I had seen and read so many anime and novels. I still can't believe that there is now a unique power as well.”“Is it true that I possess the power of imagination, as Alora claims? Isn't that a little overpowering? However, I was still unable to use some techniques and skills in the fights. The power has a disadvantage and a limitation.”“Is that because of my cracked core? If I can somehow recover it, will I be able to do anything just by imagining?”

Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder.She was wrong. The worst was yet to come.She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years.The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were rare, nearly extinct. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, and ensure the survival and strength of the next generation.She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return.The hatred was mutual. So what now?Eira made a silent vow. She will make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they will taste it all.But the Alphas had plans of their own. They will use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they will kill her.But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else?Was it too late to regret?