MTL - Grasping Evil - Chapter 1250 Yifan

Indra (5) grew up in her family while being shunned and ostracized. When she regained the memories of her previous life, she decided to run away from home and thus trained herself to absurdity.

During her training, she encountered the young adventurer Sword, who looked just like a middle-aged guy. Worrying about the impertinent, eccentric, pointlessly strong young girl, Sword invited her to go on a journey with him.

Takashi Nakamura is an ordinary student, constantly targeted by bullying from his classmates, living a life marked by loneliness and disdain. When he and his peers are mysteriously summoned to a new world, their hopes for change quickly fade. Deceived by everyone, he is accused of crimes he didn’t commit and executed by his classmates who planned everything from the start.Reborn as Pandora Aegis Oblivion, the new Demon King, Takashi no longer cares about the consequences of his actions. With immense powers at his disposal, he embarks on a journey of chaos and destruction, determined to plunge not just the kingdom, but the entire world into absolute chaos.In a universe filled with shadows and magic, Pandora transforms into an unstoppable force, a symbol of despair and power. As she progresses, she confronts relentless enemies and the reality of her new role. In her quest for total destruction, she will discover that every act of revenge comes at a cost, and that even amidst chaos, echoes of the past can resurface, challenging her resolve.

Two years ago, the mere fifteen-year-old scion of the Lin family, in front of the colossal behemoth that is the Murong clan, made a vow!Two years later, no one knows what he has gone through, but from the moment of his return, he radiates a brilliance that seems to compete with heaven and earth!(Note: The protagonist of this book is very aloof, cold, and passionate. Those who like to read about a military king's ambiguous romances and flirts, please bypass this one.)

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”