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Uprising Of The Cannon Fodders

"My heart only beats for you, you're my life, my heart and my soul, should anyone dare to touch you then they can only suffer in the flames of hell for all of eternity." The world deemed Akira a waste, not by default, but due to his own actions or lack of. He lacked the enthusiasm and desire to be anything. His family were all geniuses in their respective fields, but he spent the entire eighteen years of his life eating, drinking, and having fun. Despite all these, he loved his family and therefore it was an instinctive reaction to save his father from what could have been a fatal collision. He was supposed to be dead, but… Out of nowhere, a system appeared and thus began his journey of world-hopping to save the cannon fodder villains. In every story, there were always a few individuals whose purpose was to act as stepping stones for the love of the protagonists. Their suffering is there to act as the foil for their happiness. As a result, Akira must remove their protagonist's halo and teach these protagonist scums to value the life of others. ***************** Tags for the book. Romance, Bl, Fantasy, tragedy, Dark, Betrayal, revenge, comedy, system, transmigration, rebirth, face slapping, apocalypse, possessive, Obessesive, mystery, mythology, divine beings, mature, blood and Gore, Seme Protogonist, smut. ********* If you have any questions to ask at all or you just want to chat please reach me at my Instagram account @ros.emaryrose.

Rosemary Rose · Urbano
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72 Chs

Chapter Fifty Two

Chapter fifty Two is not showing correctly so I did a preview of sorts for the next chapter so it hopefully shows up. It's gonna be odd but this only for chapters which show the wrong content.

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Akira opened his eyes and found himself on the sofa, back in the system office. He slowed down his breathing as he calmed down. The pain he was just feeling moments ago was nothing but a dull, throbbing sensation.

He sat up slowly and tried to make sense of what happened recently. He remembered being stabbed through his chest by one assassin and then nothing but blood-curdling pain and then, the next thing he knew, was that he was back here.

He looked down at the shirt he was wearing and lifted his hands to unbutton it only to see it was a useless effort seeing as his fingers were shaking badly; he clenched his hands to stop them from shaking but it was no use. His hands continued to shake and tremble.