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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)

Dere_Isaac · Fantasia
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Finding The Crowned Prince 2

Deamon presented his hand to Dylan, a determined look in his eyes. "Do we have a deal? We find Chiron first, then settle our differences."

Dylan hesitated, the weight of past betrayals and present uncertainties bearing down on him. After a moment, he took Deamon's hand and shook it firmly. "Deal."

Dylan then asked, "How do you plan to find Chiron? He's been lost in the Fog of Unbounded Mystery for over a year."

Deamon smiled, a glint of confidence in his eyes. "We have our ways. Follow me."

The three of them moved back into the hideout, tracing their steps through the ground. They passed by members of the rebel army, many of whom bowed to Deamon in respect as they passed. Dylan took in the sight, noticing the loyalty and admiration in their eyes.

As they walked, Dylan began to hear low chanting. The sound grew louder as they approached a wide, spacious room. This room was a shrine to the gods, filled with an air of reverence and solemnity.