Barion_Trident

Many people wish to be transported to another world, beautiful women, supernatural powers, adventures and the list continues.

But what happens when you are born in a place where almost everyone see you as a tool, which turned out to be useless for their purposses.

Falling into the depths of despair after losing what he cared for the most, the unmistakable sound of a notification changed his destiny and the one of all the planes of existence, but was it for the good... or not?

"The host's current body is too shitty for the system, physical reformation in progress", "physical reformation complete, as a one time reward for surviving the host might ask the system for a wish".

Follow Daimon on his journey through a world where the existences called "Gods" are only higher ranked mages.

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Achievement rewards:
300 power stones= 1 extra chapters
(The reward chapters will be posted on the week, on a random day)
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If You like monsters folklore and cute girls then be my guest
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The cover is not mine, so all the credit for the right owner
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The story will have a lot of dark elements so if you don't have stomach for that then I suggest you to leave, oh also i'm quite a pervert myself so be prepared for that (NO NTR).
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Finally, enjoy the story and if you like it please do support me with your golden tickets, power stones and reviews they will help me a lot.

Reincarnated With The Van Helsing System

The Minister suddenly had a bad premonition, he abruptly turned around to see Vincent, just to catch a glimpse of the Trident Marshal, grinning at him, it was almost unnoticeable as it lasted less than a second, so the Minister even doubted it actually happened.

'I must be seeing things, whatever the case, with the trump card I prepared for Walford, even the crowned prince shouldn't be able to win outpower him at least for six minutes', thought the Minister.

Back at the maze, Daimon whose body was covered in lightning kept advancing through the corridors without stopping, but then he reached a dead end in which he was forced to go through one of the wooden doors.

"That old bastard must have done it so every certain distance you have to enter a door at least", said Daimon to himself.

The fourth round (part 3)