Rise of the White Devil - Chapter 87: Julius Cordis

In a world where beast masters rule by taming magical creatures and competing in thrilling tournaments, becoming the most celebrated sport, Eratz seemed destined for greatness. Surrounded by friends and family, his path was set until a shocking betrayal shattered his dreams.Fueled by the pain of his betrayal, Eratz looks up at the night sky, finding a new purpose. He vows to rise from the ashes and conquer the beast master world, determined to become the greatest and reclaim his lost honor.

[Additional tag: GL, Yuri, Only Wholesome romance, Harem, Slow romance, Academy, Fluff, Lighthearted, Overpowered Protagonist and Love Interest][Update Daily]Seven Witches. Seven Sins. Mel always found the apocalyptic Gacha World of the 'Witchhunter's Howl' quirky and confusing. The Tragic Witches. The over-powered Saintess. The Bad Ending. And the twelve thousand Dollar she spent on pulling PNG waifus. Really, another salary emptied? Aw, she still hasn’t bought the new, limited merch yet!But now, transmigrated back to the world 15 years before the apocalypse, Mel had a new mission: as the Witch of Lust, she had to seduce the six other witches, plus the Saintess, to prevent the end of everything.Now if only the Kingdom would stop mistaking her for a terrorist, her childhood friend-turned-lover Envy would chill on the yandere vibes, and the Saintess wouldn’t tease her every chance she got...“Ah... I want Miss Pride to be my chair at my tea party...” Mel sighed, just another normal thought on another not-so-normal day.

Framed by her so-called best friend and half-sister, Su Qianxun stumbled upon a strange man when she was making her escape. A strange man so handsome it looked as if his face was carved by the Gods, but with a heart as cold as stone. A wild and fiery night ensued, and ever since then, they embarked on a journey filled with passion, lust, conspiracy and treachery.

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.