Transform into a magical girl after getting off work - Chapter 524 - 105: Border Inspection Station_4

“I will have the 1,000 people I have chosen go to a parallel world.”

Chaos spread once those words of God were displayed to the whole world.

Kurose Hikaru, whose childhood friend had been chosen, was killed together with her on the same day she was supposed to be transferred. However, for some reason, Hikaru didn’t die and, even though he wasn’t chosen at first, he ended up as one of the [Otherworlders that will have all their actions live broadcasted to Earth].

Transferred without any preparations at all to that accursed land, he faced threats innumerable times and somehow managed to survive with his Gift, the Dark Spirit Abilities.

“I must not die. I am sure the people on Earth are all rooting for me after all…”

This is the story of a young boy who is tossed about by the gazes of the viewers, yet eventually manages to raise his head and walk forward.

Kael, a former professional player of “Netherworld’s Gate” club, crossed into the game before it launched and became a Mixed-Blood Succubus. However, Kael always felt there was something not quite right about the way he raised the Fourth Calamity(player) as leeks for harvesting. Other NPCs’ methods of reaping players’ leeks: Unfathomable strength, top-tier plot backgrounds, hidden stories, and various skill teaching methods. His own method of reaping players’ leeks: An innocent yet desirable face, a small pink tail, eyes emitting hearts, skills with off-the-charts glamor… along with a turn-back-and-smile from the game’s promotional video. Wait a second, did I get something wrong with my great adventure in the game world? This book is also known as: “Succubus Reincarnation: Show Your True Skills in The Game World”, “The Common Succubus’s Cultivation Method”, “My Succubus Growth Monogatari is Surely Problematic”!!! Keywords: 【Fourth Calamity】【Kindombuilding】【Lord】【Dungeon】【Player】

I watch him, his green eyes brimming with concern as he gently massages my scarred leg. The sensation is both soothing and a stark reminder of my own inadequacy. The once-feared Crimson General, a symbol of power and invincibility, is now nothing but a frail shadow of his former self. I’ve been abandoned, left to decay in this forsaken place, my family and comrades long forgotten. Darkness had become my only solace, and I had resigned myself to it.Then he arrived, a beacon of light in my endless night. His presence, his care—it’s more than I ever deserved. Yet, I find myself clinging to him with an intensity that borders on madness. I hate that I need him so desperately, that his every action and word have become my lifeline. It consumes me, a torment I can't escape.“You don't have to do this. Please, don’t do this. I’m nothing. You deserve better. Leave. Please,” I beg, my voice trembling with raw anguish, the very words tearing me apart.He continues his work, seemingly unaffected by my pleas.“Why are you here? Look at me! I’m nothing.”Desperation and anger swell within me, mixing into a maelstrom of anxiety. I can’t comprehend the emotions coursing through me.“You're my alpha, where else would I be?” he responds softly, his gaze unwavering, as if my pleas were mere background noise.My heart races, torn between overwhelming relief and paralyzing dread. In that moment, I realize the truth: you would have to tear him from my cold, lifeless arms. I’m never letting go.General Thorne, betrayed and broken, finds new life and love with Omega Noelle, who nurses him back to health. Their deepening bond reveals Thorne’s softer side, offering a chance at happiness. Unfortunately, Thorne’s past soon catches up with them, threatening their newfound peace.

I am a what, and where is my little friend? No, give it back right now!

What, back in a lab again? What a load of bull.

Finally, I’m dying... No, I got revived again.

Becoming a weapon for a kingdom? Meh, they can try and control me.

Medieval weapons? I like that. Give me all of them.

An Angle cult? Let’s destroy that.

Pure Dragons? I want one for myself.