Monsters Are Coming - Chapter 24 - : Explosive Increase in Sacrificial Power

The servant looked at the grieving princess. “Your Highness, the Regent Prince sent your scholar fiancé to the Western Butcher’s daughter!” 

The princess gritted her teeth, speaking to her servant that it matters not as she has other suitors in line. Many days later, much to her dismay, the servant ran in a hurry. “Your Highness, the Regent Prince expressed his intention of becoming your suitor! All other men in line were sold to Gou Lan Red District!”

The princess was distressed. She said to her servant it matters not. She’ll soon be married to Prince Fuma. Then the uneventful came. The servant once more ran to her, almost tripping in the process. “Your Highness, Prince Fuma was imprisoned at home! Meanwhile, there’s a red sedan chair waiting at your residence for your marriage! It was led by the Regent Prince!

The princess was stunned. For a day such as this to come, it seemed impossible. This nothing but a sad story of a female boss crossing back in time to hold the thick thighs of the big boss. But while raising him, she was eaten in the process.

When Logan and his classmates are suddenly transported to a world teetering on the brink of destruction, they find themselves thrust into a desperate battle against a relentless demon invasion. In this new realm of magic and peril, each student discovers unique powers to aid humanity's fight for survival. However, Logan's ability to tame creatures is deemed the weakest among his peers, earning him scorn and ridicule.Despite the doubts of those around him, Logan's determination never wavers. As he bonds with mystical beasts and uncovers their hidden strengths, he begins to realize that his power might be the key to turning the tide of war. With every creature he tames, Logan grows stronger, proving that true strength lies not in raw power but in the heart and courage to stand against overwhelming odds.Logan's journey is not just about battling demons; it's also a personal struggle against his own loner personality. Having always been an outsider, Logan must learn to trust and connect with others, both human and beast. His solitary nature is challenged as he forms unlikely friendships and alliances, discovering that unity and cooperation are essential in the fight for survival.

Ding—Congratulations on unlocking the hidden profession “Teacher”.Ding—Congratulations on acquiring three SSS talents:“Divine Library”: As a teacher, your being harbors a Divine Library, granting you the ability to see the unseen about individuals and objects alike, be it strengths or weaknesses. Furthermore, you have the capability to amend these shortcomings.“Get 1st student”: As a teacher, you're entitled to mentor x number of apprentices (x increases as you level up), establishing a bond that allows you to monitor their loyalty.“Pass on the Torch”: Your role as a teacher entails not only imparting knowledge but nurturing souls. Sharing skills or bestowing gifts upon your apprentices could lead to unexpected rewards, courtesy of a probabilistic system return....The world as we know it has been thrown into chaos, with the lines between game and reality blurring.Mankind has stepped into the age of career transformation.With monsters on the loose, the emergence of dungeons, hidden realms, and instances marks an era of both peril and potential.Survival dictates that humans embrace this new calling, striving for power and progression.Upon his arrival at the age of eighteen, Alex Watson is gifted with the extraordinary “Divine Library System”!Thus begins the meteoric rise of Alex Watson!He sets out to teach, to mentor, to elevate the elite, and to share his wisdom with the world.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.