"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.

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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.

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Uprising Of The Cannon Fodders

Yoshiki shoved the door closed behind him and hauled Alister into the middle of the living room before letting the foot he was holding drop. After he ruthlessly kicked Alister in the stomach, he moved towards the kitchen to get something to drink, completely ignoring the groan of pain the unconscious man let out. 


Taking some sips of the juice he got from the fridge, he made his way over to the prone Alister, suddenly imagining all the ways he could kill him so he doesn't get between him and Kenchiki. Maybe he could slowly cut off all his limbs until he was a headless torso, maybe string him from the ceiling fan and turn it on, or maybe cut all his tendons and watch as the realization of never moving again shows in his eyes, but sadly he had to save him instead. 


Chapter Thirty Six