Clearing an Isekai with the Zero-Believers Goddess – The Weakest Mage among the Classmates - Chapter 263: Demon Lord Battle 3

[BL WARNING: EXTREMELY MATURE CONTENT]“I know you like it when I dig deep inside you.”Maxim had been living a secret double life as a masked dancer in a brothel within the red-light district, driven by the need to earn a high income.One night, he noticed a golden-haired man staring at him with intense interest.Seizing the opportunity, Maxim seduced the stranger and lured him into his bed for a one-night stand.However, what began as a brief moment of pleasure quickly turned into a nightmare when Maxim discovered the true identity of his mysterious admirer.The revelation set off a relentless pursuit, with Maxim finding himself hunted wherever he went. Especially after knowing the golden-haired admirer was the son of the man who killed his parents.The revelation set off a relentless pursuit, as Maxim found himself being hunted wherever he went; he couldn't escape.Would Maxim surrender himself or fight for his rightful place?

It all started after I received that weird email…

What? Click the boxes to select the body type?

Want me to select a starting point?

Let me put in the name and be done with this, it’s getting late…

I always was bad with Chinese names… how about… Zhang Dong … Hehe…

Wait why is everything going dark…

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Author: I don’t own the art, first time writing anything and English isn’t my first language… so plz no bulli…

Lin Dong, who has mastered both the divine medical arts and martial arts, has traveled from the mountains to the city.With divine medical arts in his left hand and unbeatable martial arts in his right, he roams freely in the city.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”