Grayback

Meet Eren Elijhah Idril, the guy who just couldn't catch a break even in the afterlife. He kicks the bucket as an old, broke-down adventurer, courtesy of a not-so-friendly neighborhood monster. 

Bummer, right? But hold onto your hats, 'cause that's not where his story ends.

By some crazy stroke of fate, Eren gets thrown back in time to his teenage years, back when he was just a greenhorn at Lionheart Academy, dreaming big and not a care in the world (except maybe passing his special exams as a a novice Ranker).

Now, most folks might use a second shot at life to right their wrongs, make amends, you know, the whole shebang. But not our boy Eren. Nope, he's not about to let a little thing like mortality slow him down. With a fresh start on the horizon, Eren decides to throw caution to the wind and embrace his inner rogue.

And boy, does he embrace it. From pulling off daring heists to stirring up trouble wherever he goes, Eren dives headfirst into a life of mischief and mayhem, all without batting an eyelash. No hesitation, no regrets—just pure, unadulterated chaos.

[WPC#218 Bronze Trophy Winner] [Mature content warning.]

Additional tags: #evilmc #mature #evilprotagonist #antiheroprotagonist #coldmc #calculatingmc #pragmaticmc #smut #lemons #maturecontent

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Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil

A grand gazebo fashioned from rich redwood stood proudly in the backyard. It provided a breathtaking view of the endless sea.

The rhythmic melody of waves crashing against the shore created a soothing symphony.

The first light of dawn gently kissed the sky, painting it in hues of pink and gold.

A soft sea breeze, tinged with the tang of salt, caressed the air, imbuing it with a refreshing vitality.

Within this idyllic setting, Eren lay sprawled face-down upon a simple wooden bed, adorned with a plush mattress, positioned at the center of the gazebo.

His form was relaxed, his features obscured by the embrace of a cushion as if lost in a state of blissful repose. His upper body bare, save for the morning light that danced upon his skin.

Sea God Raashim P1