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The strongest Demonic Immortal

I will not be bullied in his life, so i shall take on the name Frankenstein, when my enemies remember my name let them shiver......wait i am a transmigrator? and i also have a system ? Frank was abandoned in the military academy at the ripe age of 15 only to find out that his parents had mysteriously disappeared leaving a message explaining that he was not really their child but the transmigrated soul of an evil entity from another world, he refuses to accept it but slowly he comes to understand his true nature and after unlocking his memories he sets of to control the world his motives unknown but his drive and determination unquestionable Follow our protagonist Frank as he sets off into this new world, his goal to become stronger and one day rule the world,. with war is at every corner. Watch as he makes alliances and enemies in this world of mythological beasts, cultivators, ,evil entities, and gods on his road to the top, Will his ambitions lead to peace in this world? Or will he bring about the ultimate destruction of this world ? chat on discord https://discord.gg/k93VX3H4 NOTE: Fair warning the mc will not start out ambitious but when he unlocks the seal in his mind around chapter 108 he will become smarter and more scheming Make it to that point so we can go on this journey together For those who don't like the fatty jack please note that the author and the fatty are one and the same i will make myself a beast in my own novel no need to be worried he will be a badass

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In the prison house

A mountain pass somewhere near the border of northern wei

A caravan of merchants slowly made their way through the border from an undisclosed location.

This was basically a smuggling route that merchants used to transport goods between nations.

The fact that both nations were actually enemies didn't bother the merchants one bit; all that mattered to them was profit.

"Where are you off to?" A guard in bandit-like clothing slowly walked out of the shadow of a rock in the mountain pass.

He had a sword on his waist.

"Just looking to trade some goods," the merchant in the lead said as he brought out a bag of gold coins.

The bandit looked around for a few seconds before grabbing the bag of coins and quickly tucking them into his shirt.

"Thank you for the gift, but you know the rules. The caravan will still have to donate 5% of the profit that can be made from selling the goods present in the caravan," the bandit said.