Previous chapter: Chapter 25
Next chapter: Chapter 27
PREVIEW

... dging his spinning back kick. The malevolent energy in his strike that barely grazed my chin sent chills down my spine.

Craksas seemed to be a martial-type demon. As soon as the battle started, he closed in on me, continuously launching attacks with his magic-infused fists and feet.

Each strike was swift and threatening, but it wasn't impossible to counter.

The problem was—

*Boom!*

“Ugh!”

I barely managed to block a magic blast coming from behind, ...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
MTL - Shoujo Grand Summoning~ End this testimonial
 555.7k
3.8/5(votes)
ActionAdventureEcchiFantasy

A novel revolving around being transported to another world with an op system. The mc spends his day chasing skirts and doing missions to level up. A standard journey to the top with lots of girls from various animes and games with a twist of that gaming feel (hunting mobs, doing missions).

- Description from novelupdates

MTL - Pirates of the DeadChapter 540 New era! ! !
 2M
4.3/5(votes)
Two-dimensional

Death is sometimes not the end!
Dead prison!
This is a magical prison. It has the ability to draw the souls of the dead people of the world, and it also enables people to gain the ability of the souls of the dead.
When Qin Song woke up, he was shocked to find that he had come to the world of One Piece, and even more surprised that he found a prison in his body…..

- Description from Uukanshu

Swordmaster’s Youngest SonChapter Author’s thoughts
 4.2M
4.6/5(votes)
ActionAdventureFantasyMartial Arts

Jin Runcandel is the youngest son of the greatest Swordmaster. After he gets himself kicked out of their clan, he meets a tragic fate…but before he dies, a God gives him a second chance. Now he must use his new power for good.

My House of HorrorsChapter 1211 (END) - My House of Horrors
 3.1M
4.9/5(votes)
SupernaturalAdventureMatureMystery

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”