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Records of the Weakest Emperor

Disclaimer: This novel is inspired by other great works such as SCOG, OG, DE, and all other works that the author admires and reads on a daily basis 

Left alone, scarred and swimming with debt after his parents' death. Our protagonist, Joseph is now on the quest of erasing his debt along with keeping himself afloat without being homeless…

Left without other choices, he turned to the world of Victory for solace only to find out that everything wasn't so simple like he expected. Even after two months of complete dedication to the game. He hasn't achieved any of his goals at all…

But fortunately, lady luck soon blessed his hopeless life… He managed on erasing his debt, angering the gods living above the heavens and even acquiring a Mythical Class! But Joseph is a young man left with scars due to his past. Can he even become someone suitable for the grandeur of a Mythical Class? The Sun that Overlooks Everything?

"Aye wait bro, don't attack ye- Sike! You thought!" 

"Alice, I really love it that you keep yourself feminine for the sake of your Swordsmanship. But can you not wear skirts while we're practicing? I can basically see what's underneath." 

"Abyssal Flame Master, why do you remind me of the alter-ego that I sealed a long time ago back when I was in middle school?"

Fueled with the determination of being the strongest. Joseph, along with the comrades that he gathered on his journey shall crush those that dare stand before their path. 

But why? 

Because he's the Grand Duelist, destined to be at the top of everything.

Artwork: This is a collaboration between me and the Connoisseur of the Dao of Sticc, Truedawn. We spent countless nights depicting the awesomeness of the MC through the Dao of the Sticc, I hope it is appreciated.

The Grand Duelist

The escape of the condemned Krid and the betrayal of an Inquisitor from the Underground Penitentiary caused so much trouble that the entire Reinhardt was now in the state of a lockdown.

Near the revival point of all players from Reinhardt...

A man clad in red slowly materialized.

When his eyes snapped open, deep-seated anger could be seen within his eyes as he opened his Main Menu and messaged a certain someone.

[The player you are trying to contact is currently unreachable or offline. Please try again later.]

"Shit, shit, shit! That bitch! Where is she?!" Vladimir angrily mumbled.

A flash of light occurred behind him, but he paid no heed to it as he repeatedly typed in some words within his Main Menu.

Do you Dare?