Wataterp

A 27-year-old man deep in debt died protecting a little child from predators. His life was worthless, but he decided in the last moments of his life to save another.

He reincarnated in a world similar but not entirely the same as his previous one. Reborn in a peaceful village with the name of Luka, he is blessed by the gods with his golden eyes as proof. He explores this new world with great curiosity. He learns many things and meets many people.

But the world isn't so nice to its inhabitants, and Luka will realize that fact in a cruel, hard, and bloody way. 

Join him on this journey in another world. A journey filled with strife, friendship, love, and loss. A journey that would force Luka to make a choice. A choice that will either save the world...or ruin it.

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Warning: contains mature content. Readers discretion is advised.

No update schedule. I'll try to be active and release chapters frequently and not slack off for 3-4 months like what I do with my fanfic.

Chapter length: 1k-1.5k words. Maybe more depending on my mood.

Gray Rogue

"I hate to say it but... Mr. Pretentious over here is right. They would be a waste not to make use of."

"Hmph! Of course, I am! As if that empty skull of yours could come up with a bright idea."

"Hey! Keep talking shit and I'll shove your goddamn head into dog's ass!!"

"Hah! As vulgar as always. What can you expect from an idiot?"

This Verdal guy... I like his vulgarity. Saying shit like that is right up my alley.

Their superior only grumbled, but that was enough to shut them up.

The superior sighed before speaking, "Fine. Erron, since it was your idea, notify Division 13. Tell them to fetch new scraps."

"Good. Verdal, this batch was a complete and utter failure..." A snort could be heard from the pretentious Erron

"...in fact, it is the most disappointing batch of the Gol line. You and your team will be reassigned to Facility 38."

The Vents