My life can't be a harem game!

The champion of the strongest male competition of all time, the undisputed strongest male of that era!

Only two ghost kings appeared in more than seven hundred years. These powerful males seemed to like a free life. They sent out three invitations, one of which was rejected, and the remaining two were reluctantly accepted.

Maybe someone will ask at this point, if the strongest male competition is held once every 100 years, then shouldn't it be held seven times in 700 years? Why did the ghost tribe only send out three invitations?

It is different from the well-documented competitions of humans. The competitions that are simply for demonstrating the strength of a country are absolutely different from the competitions of sub-humans for the continuation of the race!

The former is just to show off while the latter is to better continue the race.,.....

One hundred years is just a calculated number. After it is actually held once, a very conservative estimate is that it can be held again in the next hundred years. However, this most conservative number is actually not accurate at all.

Because the strength of the race has declined, because the number of newborn deaths has increased sharply, and because the situation in the world has become more severe...

It would be fine if it is not held, but once it is held it will definitely be a world-class event. The real estimate is that it is held once every two hundred years, and there are still quite a lot of uncertain factors.

It almost determined the name of the strongest male of the century, and almost determined the subsequent racial ranking of the sub-humans.

The strongest attracted other strong men to marry into the family, the strongest made thousands of ghost girls pregnant, and the strongest genes became the power of the ghosts themselves...

The strongest male who accepted the invitation of the ghost clan twice directly pushed the original ranking of the ten major races forward. As the child born by the female ghost who gave birth to the strongest male child, the child was completely a ghost clan, without any other genes at all...

Alexander Pauley Korick!

This is none other than the current king of the ghost clan and the champion of the last strongest male competition. He is a terrifying ghost who is five meters tall and has a face covered with various scars.

Hundreds of years ago, his height was not as majestic and terrifying as it is now. It only became like this after he officially became the Ghost King.

It's not secondary development. When he participated in the strongest male competition, he was still young, but he was already in his fifties or sixties. There is no such thing as secondary development at all. He became like this because he was assimilated by the ghost clan using a special secret method.

Vampire Reincarnation...

This secret technique, which has existed within the demon clan since the days of the heroes, has the function of forcibly changing the body shape of any race into that of a demon clan.

First change the body to be the strongest and then assimilate spiritually...

The crude method and video recording were unexpectedly effective. At least now I no longer think about my own race as a weak race. From body to mind, from ego to self, I only remember that I am the king of the ghost clan!

“This man is very good.”

Video surveillance is prohibited by rules in the sub-human area, but the royal family, who are the embodiment of rules themselves, can use it unscrupulously.

I could see that heavy punch, and could feel the strong killing intent that burst out at that moment...

“In my era, it would have ranked in the 30s.”

"He seems to be a promising talent." The ghost steward in a black suit beside him bowed and agreed, "If I were to take that whip kick, I'm afraid it would take a little effort."

His skin, which was covered with wrinkles due to aging, drooped like the peel of an old orange. His bare hands were covered with long red nails. It was hard to tell whether his eyes were open or closed, but from the occasional flash of black light in his eyes, one could tell that he was no ordinary person.

"Haha, a kick that makes you feel exhausted..."

Holding his chin, the Ghost King murmured softly. The voice that should have been small echoed like thunder in the Ghost King Palace. The two ghosts serving as gatekeepers could not help but straighten their backs, looking very serious.

They had no choice but to take it seriously, the title of Ghost King was not just a decoration, a man who could be called the world's strongest male was not just someone with big muscles, he also had ample wisdom and talents in all aspects that were absolutely first-rate!

He helped the ghost tribe kill a large number of locust beasts, and in just a few months, he brought the originally fragmented ghost tribe together as one. There was even a time when the ghost tribe proposed to move up in the rankings, but the other races disagreed, so the ghost king challenged them to a duel on the spot...

This seemingly reckless behavior actually indicates one thing to the world and to all sub-human races in the greatest sense...the ghost tribe has become stronger!

We must be grateful that only two generations of Ghost Kings have appeared so far. It is true that a heavy price has been paid, but the contributions they have made to the ghost clan are also obvious to all, and no one can deny it!

Powerful as the Ghost King, fierce as the Ghost King, wise as the Ghost King...

However, such a ghost king actually has an unimaginable weakness!

"Damn dad, I'm coming to see you!"

A rather rough female scream suddenly came from outside. After a bang, the door that symbolized the dignity of the Ghost King Hall was kicked open by a person wearing copper boots. A ghost girl wearing a luxurious robe strode in from outside. Unlike other ghosts, her eyes were not blood red or dark black but a faint bright gold...

Rude behavior, careless shouting, and an attitude that showed she completely disregarded the man on the throne.

If it were anyone else, he would be executed on the spot and his head would be hung at the gate of Ghost King City for three days for public display. However, the people who broke in now can completely ignore the existence of rules and regulations!

"daughter!"

The majestic and powerful Ghost King Paulie stood up from his seat with a bang, and the strong airflow caused by his standing up directly blew away the dust all around...

The density of the muscles in his body has reached an incredible level, harder than steel and diamond. The mere strength of standing up from a sitting position will drive airflow, and his eyes shine like two lighthouses.

The sleeping beasts awaken, the prone tigers stand up...

"Omi'er, my dear!"

The sudden look of favor on his face perfectly destroyed the terrifying aura that gathered around him. He stood up from the throne and pounced on her who greeted him, but got hit by a heavy and loud punch, right on his face.

Two lines of tears slowly flowed down from the two eyes hit by the fist, and it seemed that the person who was hit was quite excited...

Feeling the dampness on her fist, the ghost girl showed no mercy at all. Instead, she smiled and said, "Hey, you bastard dad, the time for keeping vigil for mom is over. Now it's time to go out and make a scene!"

"Great, great."

However, Paulie seemed not to hear half of what was said and kept muttering softly. After O'Mil moved his fist away, snot and tears flowed from that majestic face.

"He has gained about 100 kilograms in strength. Omi has eaten well and grown up healthily. Daddy is so touched and relieved. Come and hug me again..."

He opened his arms to hug her, he was a father, but Paulie's action still caused resistance from the other party. His hands were open, and the strength that normally could stop a speeding armored vehicle with one hand was useless in front of this great father. She was squeezed like a baby, and then closed her arms.

A hug that is enough to kill an ordinary person is only a little bit of force on the powerful body of a demon, and it feels very uncomfortable.

"Asshole daddy!"

She was really angry, and she hit the father who always acted like a spoiled child to her daughter with a headbutt on the nose, and finally woke him up by force.

"Ahahaha, sorry I got a little excited."

He scratched his head embarrassedly, and touched his nose. The feeling of being attacked in a vital part was a little uncomfortable, but only a little.

"By the way, where's the cute little Lol? Is he hiding? Haha, if you hate me, I won't give you a hug. How about a kiss instead?"

I looked around, sensing the aura, but I could only sense the aura of Omi'er and the gatekeepers outside. Other than that, there was no aura at all...

"I can't come, Lorlo." O'Mier shook her head and said.

Paulie looked desperate and said heartbrokenly, "Why? Are you starting to hate daddy?!"

"No, it's because I was beaten and injured and I'm lying in bed and can't get up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in Zhenge's room suddenly became heavy. The originally relaxed air became stagnant, as if invisible sea water was pouring in, and even breathing became difficult.

"Who did it?"

His figure suddenly became extremely tall, and his muscles bulged as if declaring their existence. The flames of anger in Paulie's eyes almost burst out.

"Who dares to lay hands on my daughter, the princess of our ghost tribe!?"

The hand clenched gently into a fist. This small movement caused the hearts of all living beings within three kilometers of the Ghost King Palace to tense up, as if they could sense something terrifying brewing...

"Are they planning to take advantage of your mother's death to attack us? Do they think the anger of our ghost tribe is not fierce enough? You hateful creatures, I will crush all the enemies with my bare hands!"

"You got excited too quickly, you bastard dad. Although I don't know the specific information about the person who defeated Lorlo, he seems to be a man."

"man."

It went away quickly as it came, and the solemn atmosphere disappeared without a trace like the receding tide. Paulie's expression began to slowly return to calm.

"Are you sure you weren't attacked by an enemy? But it was a battle of love?"

"No, it's not double. Luo Erluo was beaten to the point where she couldn't get out of bed. It was all her own fault, and there is still no clue about her attacker.... There is a man who wants to see you."

"is it?"

Bao Li narrowed his eyes, loosened his clenched fists, and said, "If that's the case, I'll just be patient for a while. Also, I'll see the man you mentioned tomorrow. Today is the ninety-ninth day of your mother's mourning, and it will officially end at noon tomorrow."

When talking about her mother, his wife, Paulie looked at O'Malley with very gentle eyes.

Giving birth to strong offspring is not without cost. The continuation of life often requires the wholehearted dedication of another life. Because of this, she died of vitality exhaustion after giving birth to two strong daughters.

No regrets, yes, the previous queen of the ghost tribe never regretted it even at the moment before her death. She always looked at me with gentle eyes, entrusted her daughter to me completely, and asked me to let the race continue...

If a strong male defeats his daughter, then his daughter must take responsibility and marry him or kill him. This is the mission of the ghost clan and all ghosts, including his wife.

I don't want to destroy it, and I can't destroy it, no matter how much I want to keep my daughter by my side.

"No, Dad, didn't you see? That man is standing behind me?"

When Omiel got stuck at this point, he took a step to the side, revealing a muscular man in a black tights behind him...

"Hello, uncle."

This is a new and trendy look you've never seen before!

161. Today

Humans' aesthetics are actually similar to those of Asians. If you exclude the clothes that Asians must wear according to some ethnic customs, then there is actually no difference between Asians and humans...

He considers himself to be well-informed. Although a hundred years old is just a physical youth that brings spiritual youth, Paulie thinks his fashion sense is at least not too outdated.

But, I have never seen such a dress before...

It was undeniable that as a human, he had a good figure, with neatly arranged muscles, and his eight abdominal muscles were neater than those of any humanoid beast he had ever seen. Although his thighs were not as thick as his arms, the lines on them silently told those around him how powerful he was...

"A battle-hardened warrior."

This was Paulie's conclusion when he saw the thick calluses on his hands.

"A warrior who has been training for a long time."

Needless to say, those muscles are the best proof.

"A gloomy assassin."

The bright white smiley mask, the superb concealment technique of hiding in front of oneself without being discovered by oneself...

All these things only prove one thing.

Perhaps this human in front of me has the strength to fight with me?

A rather ridiculous thought came to Paulie's mind. It wasn't that he was conceited, but the number of strong human beings he had seen hundreds of years ago and hundreds of years later was very small. Both in quality and quantity, they were far inferior to the strong ones among the sub-humans. If they fought each other, they would basically destroy each other in one encounter...

Weak humans, frail humans, humans who have no way of defeating wild beasts without external force.

When facing humans, I actually have the thought that the other party may fight with me on an equal footing?

"Who are you?" Paulie asked. There were not many people whose names he was qualified to remember, and the man in front of him was one of them.

Facing the strongest person in the world in the previous term, Archangel showed no emotion and just puffed out his chest and shouted, "I am Justice, Archangel!"

"Justice, Archangel? So much stronger than humans that his brain is damaged?"

Paulie narrowed his eyes. A name is not something that can be chosen casually as a joke. He asked him about his name and got this answer. If the other party was not trying to fool him but was really answering seriously, then he must be crazy.

"Mr. Paulie, you can just call me Archangel. This is the name I approve of the most."

"You agree? Archangel..." A hint of a smile appeared on Paulie's rough face, as if he was disdainful of his name. "You're obviously an assassin, but you call yourself an Archangel?"

"It's just miscellaneous knowledge. Compared to my poor skills, my God is the real God. Everything I have is given by him, and I will dedicate everything I have to him."

When the archangel said this, his tone was so fanatical and extreme, his hands clenched unconsciously, "God, under the throne of God is the archangel, I want to become an archangel, everything is for God!"

After a long silence and thinking, Paulie finally turned his head to look at Aomi next to him, with a slightly puzzled tone...

"Did this guy really not hit his head or something?"

"I am 100% sure that he has not. He was in this state when my men found him on the ship."

"..."

How could there be such a weird thing in the world?

I have seen all kinds of psychopaths and perverts, but this is the first time that Paulie has seen such a powerful and weird person.

"You said you wanted to tell me something, right? Come on, tell me what you want to say...Archangel." Sitting back in his seat, Paulie accepted the title of Archangel out of courtesy.

"Please allow me to participate in the strongest male competition!" the archangel said.

Paulie was stunned at first, then turned to look at Omier again. Although he had been keeping vigil for the past few days, he knew what he needed to know. It was already agreed that humans could participate in the competition...

She is already half a queen. Ever since the death of the previous queen of the ghost clan, the second princess has not had the awareness and ability to take over the throne of queen. The first princess is so capable that as a father, the only thing he can do now is to unconditionally support all her decisions.

It doesn't matter even if you are enemies with the so-called top two strongest races. If you want to climb to the real number one, you must never do it without sacrifice. Paulie has known this for a long time.

Facing his father's gaze, Omier simply shrugged and expressed his thoughts very directly, "This guy is very strong. Find a way to keep him as a stud, Dad."

"It's been a long time since I heard you, darling, not put a swear word in front of the words." Paulie was surprised by another aspect of his daughter's straightforwardness.