Elixer_Yuu

"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.
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His eyelids fell.

His body went cold.

His heartbeat stopped.

He died.

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Tring!

{The transmigration of "Destroyer", successful}

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*Contains 18+ scenes.

-The credit for the cover goes to Yexing from Twitter (i think?).
Discord ID- Elixer_Yuu#5328

Omnipotent Destroyer

Despair… maybe that's the only word that could describe my situation the best. Everything felt hazy. I didn't know what I had come here for. All I could remember were Lily's and Lia's faces.

I could not think of anything else.

I was not even sure if I was stuck here for days only? It could be weeks or even months. My sense of time long vanished.

Where is this place? What am I doing here? Will I get out of here alive? Will I ever be able to cure my wife? Will I ever see my wife and daughter again? Will I get out of here alive? Will I… die? Just like this? Miserably and painfully?

I didn't want to answer those questions. I wanted to avoid those questions. They were nothing but givers of pain and I didn't want that. But they never left my mind. When I sleep, they haunt me like a nightmare that never ends.

Conspiracy-III