Lucius, a sickly orphan, dies after the world was plunged into World War 3, and suddenly finds himself in the Middle Ages—summoned by the Heresy Cult as Lord Mors, the embodiment of death. In this Dark Age, humanity has not yet advanced in technology, but he soon discovers the strange and supernatural realities that were never recorded in history. Worst of all, as the new leader of the Heresy Cult, he must now become the enemy of the world and lead mankind out of the current era of chaos. This leads him down the path of atrocities and abominations… marking his grim existence as the Lord Of The Dead. Tags: Transmigration. Reincarnation. Historical Fantasy. Action. Adventure. Magic. Villain. WeaktoStrong. Overpowered. Romance. Dark. Superpowers. KingdomBuilding.
The moon hung high, casting a pale glow on the imposing estate of Lord Geralt.
The sprawling compound, surrounded by towering stone walls and armed guards, exuded an air of false security. Lucius walked toward it, his dark robes billowing slightly in the cool night breeze.
His steps were measured, his gaze steady, and his aura radiated pure menace.
The guards stationed at the gate noticed him immediately.
"Halt! Who goes there?" one barked, raising his weapon.
'I suppose Lili couldn't have gotten rid of the weapons of the guards that already had their weapons on during the plunder…' He thought to himself as he kept walking forward.
"I SAID HALT!"
Lucius did not answer.
Instead, he lifted his hand lazily, a faint purple energy coiling around his fingers like living tendrils. With a flick of his wrist, a wave of dark energy erupted forward, decaying the iron gate to rust and ash in an instant.