Unchosen Champion - Chapter 288: The Congo Basin

Content Warning: R-18, Smut, Cruel MC[Ding! You've acquired the Heroine Stealing System!][Your first task is to steal the daughter of the Eastern Kingdom's king!][Your Fate Value has increased by 10!][You've slept with the hero's mother, your Fate Value has increased by 15!][The hero has developed animosity towards you. Current Hatred Level: 5 stars][The king's wife is charmed by your looks.]After being transported from his own world, the protagonist wakes up as Vritra, the son of Demon King Rohan from the Hell Continent.Since he's from another world, he doesn't have any Fate Value in this new world of swords and magic.To survive, he has to act like a villain, stealing the affection of every hero's heroine and sleeping with them.This will boost his Fate Value and help him stay alive in a world filled with wars and political conflicts!

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

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.[I am the seventh generation Nanomachine manufactured by Sky Cooperation, and I am operating as a central nerve connected to your brain.]“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?”[“I am the seventh generation Nanomachine.]“Nano Machine?”[Yes, Nanomachine.]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.

[Quan You Fan: You can read without barriers even if you haven’t read the original book or TV series]

after many years,

When the legendary lord, the dragon knight, the son of the holy flame, the nightmare of the schemer, the smasher of the order of the game, the undefeated myth on the battlefield, the ruler of the seven kingdoms and the guardian of the whole territory——

When Samwell Caesar sat on the Iron Throne,

He must have thought of that distant afternoon when he got the pioneering order from the Rose of Highgarden.

At that time, no one could have imagined that this young man abandoned by his father would set off an iron-blooded storm that would sweep across the entire continent of Westeros.