SighingClouds

Jhin Herangel was once a prodigy merchant on Earth. Through his talent and luck, he became a billionaire at the young age.

He was acknowledged as The Einstein of Business. His ability to command his employees was unparalleled; any task given was done with great efficiency and quality.

However, it all changed after he was killed and died with eyes unable to close.

When he thought it was the end, he accidentally signed a contract which brought him to a new world. A world where the horns of wars echo all year-round. A place where the myriads of races fought over resources just to survive. 

[Ding! You have successfully integrated with the Devil King's Legacy]

[Ding! Please fill up the System Creation Form]

He was given the ability to design his own system but in exchange… He must kill a million creatures within two years.

Watch as Jhin Herangel, the one who fell from grace starts his journey in the bloody Chaos World and design a system to accomplish his goals.

…

[Ding! Discovered the tower of achievements. Do you wish to write your name and your greatest accomplishment?]

“Sure!”

[Ding! Please pick among your three greatest achievements.]
1. Vomiting in a God's head
2. Vomiting on the enemies' commander.
3. Flirting with the enemies' commander.

“Forget it!” Jhin sighed as he reluctantly looked at the magnificent tower.

The Ink Collector

Chapter 57 – Enlightenment, Changes of the Mind 


Following Jhin's command, two Tier 2 ink soldiers rushed towards the human army. Each of which were brimming with strength.


As they rushed forward, these two ink soldiers caused the wind to whistle. Anyone, regardless of the race, as long as they stood before them turned into minced meat.


Like a bulldozer, blood splattered everywhere as a red path appeared behind the two. After killing some, both ink soldiers picked two-handed axe as their individual weapon.


Cleaving and brandishing their axes, they moved forward while cutting the enemies before them.


Terror emerged on the human soldiers' faces. Their eyes were bloodshot, trying to struggle free to no avail.


They could only watch as the two grim reaper harvests their lives as though they were nothing but grasses that needed to be trimmed.


The two ink soldiers were like raging tornado as they dashed towards the silver-haired man amid the human army.
