21st Century Necromancer - Chapter 903 - 897: Tacit Agreement

Mark hatched out of an egg one day, reincarnated as a demon!His body was as strong as iron, instincts capable of noticing a silent fly multiple meters away. Eyesight sharp enough to see the small holes in an enemy’s clothing.Moreover, he also had a system.[Soul Devourer][Eat souls to grow stronger.][Mind-type Demonic Tricks have been derived out of your demonic bloodline!][Heart Input!][Input unsolicited thoughts in an enemy's heart and influence them!]Mark took a deep breath.How can he allow himself to live a mediocre life after being given this second chance?Now, he wanted it all!Women, wealth, power, status, and even eternal life!His ambition was set, his heart was on fire. A demon had been born.

Born into a dirt poor mining family, Karl only had one chance to get ahead in life, the annual elite recruitment day. On their final day of middle school, every student in the Golden Dragon Nation was given an experimental injection to awaken their affinity with magic.

Those few who succeeded would become the Elite, the leaders and idols of the nation, blessed with incredible magical powers and respected by all. Those who did not would return to their normal lives of hard work and low wages, just doing the best they could.

But with the nation surrounded by enemies, both humans and monsters, how long would these peaceful days of magical idols last?

Follow the story of Karl as he awakens a unique power and strives to become the world's first Legendary Beast Master.

“I’m gonna live with Irene for the rest of my life.”

“….. What?”

“I said, I won’t get married and I’ll spend the rest of my life with Irene!”

I wish I heard it wrong. Regrettably, I couldn’t stop Claudia.

“As long as I have Irene, I don’t need anything else.”

The three men looked at each other, then glared at me with angry eyes.

The insane obsession of The Crown Prince’s possessiveness, the smiling Duke yet something malice hid underneath him, and the cold eyes of The Knight that sent chill to my bones. It’s as if they regarded me as their rival.

“Shit. What kind of situation is this?”

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.