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Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

..... Chiron lived an unfortunately miserable life as an orphan. Just when he managed to get rich as a result of a book about a world he saw in his dreams, he was murdered by a deranged Fan He was even unable to enjoy his vast wealth before his death. But Fate had other plans for him. He was reborn in the same book he wrote as the main character. But there was a big problem. According to his book, the main character was to die at the end, risking his life for the safety of the world. To sacrifice one's self for the world was not his style. After all, he had already experienced death before. There was no way in hell was he going to give his life for anybody. Instead of following the story arch and becoming a hero, he forges his own path on the road to true villiany and immortality. However can he win when his enemy is Fate itself and the Gods that command it? Especially with the Fate Change System he can never truly trust. ...... Note: The MC has no morality. Very Sick Shit happens in this book. I mean things that will make even your parents shy away. You have been warned!!! No Romance= (The Ancestors forbid it) Simping= (The MC would prefer Death please) Familiar bonds= (Family exists only for benefits.) Stray off the part of Power= (only to go kill a nation or something and we back on track)

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The White Serpent King Is Back

Deamon and Dylan stood frozen, their minds struggling to process the horror unfolding before them. Their eyes were wide with disbelief, hearts pounding in their chests, as the grotesque transformation of Chiron's body unfolded. The serpent, Manu Madayaki, had fully taken over, and the very air around them seemed to crackle with the weight of its power.

Deamon's body trembled involuntarily as he watched the scene, his chest tightening in a way he had never felt before. His muscles ached from the tension that locked him in place. 

His sword felt useless in his hand, like an ornamental piece of metal rather than the deadly weapon it once was. As the low, ominous *BOOM* sounds reverberated through the room, Deamon's instincts screamed at him to run. But his feet wouldn't move. His throat felt dry, and his mouth tasted like metal—fear had paralyzed him to the core.