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

Naturally the entrance to the mansion of the chief, is not for everyone to use, but all the important people can gather there in emergency cases, like the current one.

So, with Ender being the leader of one of the four strongest hunting teams, he used his token of identity to unlock the door, to reveal the current discussion ongoing.

Even if they were at the entrance of the mansion, Daimon's eyes could bypass the walls, and his ears were sharp enough to fully witness what was happening in the main hall of the mansion.

There was a large rectangular table, with enough space for more than thirty people, but right now there were only around fifteen or so occupied seats.

At one of the corners of the table, there was a slim old man, his skin lacked luster and his eyes were slightly dent, making him look sick, that being said his presence wasn't weak at all, at least Daimon could tell that if the old man gave his all, he could last a few rounds against Ismael.

The results of the test (part 5)