lucky demon system[BL]

lucky demon system[BL]

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Mc: system can I be rich? System: your father's will definitely pay Mc: system can I be stronger? System: what do you think I'm here for Mc: system, can I not kill? System: do you want to be killed? Mc: ..... Theo, just like all other mc's is ridiculed but what happens when he gets a lucky system by his side. How will our to go mc deal with both his enemies and admirers.
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They say death is the end. For me, death was only the beginning. The last thing I remembered was betrayal-a blade through my chest, warm blood spilling, and the bitter taste of regret. But instead of eternal darkness, I awoke in a void of endless stars, suspended between worlds. Then came the voice. [Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have been chosen by the World-Binding System.] Panels of light appeared before me, filled with rules written in cold, merciless words. [Your mission: Travel across countless realms. Shatter schemes. Crush enemies. Complete your tasks.] [Ultimate Mission: Save the Supreme God. Failure = soul annihilation.] A silhouette flickered in the void-a man cloaked in shadows, tall and terrifyingly powerful. Even faceless, his presence was suffocating. [He will appear in every world. Sometimes as your ally, sometimes as your enemy, sometimes as the one who cannot let you go.] My lips curled in a cold smile. So be it. If the system wanted me to play its little game, I'd play it my way. Scheming queens, arrogant nobles, hypocritical cultivators, and false heroes-let them come. I'd crush them all beneath my heel. But one thing I swore: I would never bow to him. Not to the so-called God. Not to any man. At least... that's what I thought. Because across every world, in every fragment of him I met-he watched me with eyes that burned. A love too deep, too dangerous, too relentless. And in the end... I would have no choice but to face him.

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