Demon King - Chapter 159: The Devil’s Lord – 1

[Climb the Dimensional Tower and have any wish fulfilled by the gods themselves!]

Enters Josh Malum.

He was feared on Earth, but in this new world, he is but a Fallen. One that is forced to Climb. If it wasn’t bad enough already he is also Classless, something that is unheard of in the Tower. Yet none of it phases him.

«You think I should be despairing? Why? Is it because I’m classless? They offered me so many classes, I simply refused them all.»

Sacrificing the many worlds is a small price to regain what he once lost. To all the deities that stand in his way:

F… ⎧ᴿᴵᴾ⎫

I reincarnated as the villain’s younger sister who will be punished by the male lead. It was a forgone conclusion that both of us will die to the male lead if my older brother continued his evil ways. So I tried to live quietly while trying to change my wicked brother, but for some reason the male lead is lying in front of our villa? I can’t let him die, so at first I helped him up, but…the male lead’s condition is a bit strange.

Wait a minute…did it start already? The male lead’s mana poisoning? There is only one way to calm the enormous amount of mana within the male lead’s body. Immediate physical contact…

But that’s the female lead’s job!

Aren’t I the villain’s sister? Why me?! What the hell is going on?!

“Rose…Please, I need you. Save me…”

This is driving me crazy…I can’t turn a blind eye to the dying male lead, and there’s not enough time to find the female lead!

…Gosh, I don’t know!

Let’s save the male lead first! I’ll help him, then once I find the female lead, we’ll break up! I quietly approached him and we kissed. But as if that alone was not enough, with a deep sigh, he spoke.

“Let’s have a deeper relationship.”

“Deeper…relationship?”

“Kissing, and other things…”

He looked at me sorrowfully. I couldn’t take my eyes off this great beauty when he looked at me in such a somber way. Absentmindedly blinking my eyes, I inadvertently nodded my head. Then he pulled me in and locked his arms. With a dazzling gaze and a bright smile, he spoke.

“Rose, you’re my first.”

No, I can’t be your first time!

The antique market that is filled with treasures and trash.

The tale of Oliver.
An orphan boy from a Mine, in 19th century Europe, filled with Magic.