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Omnipotent Destroyer

"I work my ass off for the sake of you all fuckers! And what do I get in return? A fuckin' betrayal?! Fine, I am sick of playing the good guy. You all fuckers don't want me as a good guy? Then I will become worse than the devil!" These were the last words of Sou- a normal, kind like an angel, guy who had everything, literally everything, but always stayed low- before breathing his last breath, alone and blood-drenched, betrayed by his loved one and even his parents. What did he do to be stabbed to death by his parents and his girlfriend? Nothing. Catching the wind of his parents' illegal works such as human trafficking, drug dealing and others was enough for his parents to turn on him. To top that off, his girlfriend also chimed in greed and gave him a stab or two as a farewell. I should have stayed silent, I shouldn't have been about that, I should have just let things go with the flow. Regret filled him as his vision became blurrier and his conscious began to die. Why? Why? Just why did he have to face such a betrayal? Just because he supported justice a little too strongly? Or was it because of his kindness that had to take several envied glances? "Fuck..." The light of his eyes went out. あ His eyelids fell. His body went cold. His heartbeat stopped. He died. . . . Tring! {The transmigration of "Destroyer", successful} *** *Contains 18+ scenes. -The credit for the cover goes to Yexing from Twitter (i think?). Discord ID- Elixer_Yuu#5328

Elixer_Yuu · Fantasia
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146 Chs

Apocalypse

"Uh…"

The host was at a loss for words. As expected of my creation!

"T-The winner of this round is Hephaestus!"

"..."

Silence…

The host's lone cry of fake excitement resounded but no one returned that cry.

Now the host was fuming red in embarrassment. 

He turned in my direction, but I was already on my way to the waiting room.

And like I expected, the waiting room was bustling with curious and greedy eyes. Curious about my skills as a craftsman, and greedy about my creation- Rena's Attire.

"Hey! What kind of skill did you use?!"

The fellow craftsmen grounded me and threw several questions at me.

"... Trade secret."

I dodged them with a vague answer.

"You can at least tell us how you handle the tools?!"

One energetic fellow jumped out of the crowd and jabbed a question at me.

"You are a craftsman and you don't even know that tool-handling is the greatest secret a craftsman should uphold?"