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When he was born, his grandfather declared he would be a tyrant who would slaughter and pillage, a cold psychopath who would ascend the world throne.

Cruelty and indifference are engraved into his bones and madness from years of licking blood on the edge of a knife. 

His fate hides countless sins.

Drugs, guns, gangs, war, and blood.

The heavens themselves would not stand such a scourge and his enemies condemned him to eternal damnation in death.

In his last life, the heavens did strike him down– bankrupt, imprisoned, crippled, and finally dying pathetically, seething with manic hatred and resentment. 

Never knowing his true enemies even to the end.

Until he opened his eyes again, and he was back to the very beginning.

Selwynn fell into darkness. He opened his eyes, stared at the dark abyss, and suddenly laughed out loud.

 Therefore, darkness is the original colour of the world, and destruction is his calling.


Until a man, stained with the nobility of a Juliet Rose, took a step closer, held his neck, and felt the blood pumping beneath the warm skin. 

His fair and slender fingers were like vines growing from hell, wrapping around the man's neck, biting into his flesh.

"You belong to me."
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Dangerous Redemption [BL]

Anson chuckled and shook his head amusedly, "Two rounds?"

He used his hand, covered by black gloves, to turn the lock on the door with a click. He tilted his head with a smirk, "I can take on that challenge."

Following his words, he pulled out his current favorite gun, the P226 and checked the chamber, and then unloaded the safety. "Ten bullets, exactly two rounds."

He pointed the gun at Don Diro on the bed, "Pick a spot."

"Or should we start with the leg."

With the black hole of the muzzle staring directly at him, Don Diro instantly sobered up, and his eyes focused. Two handsome men stood in his room. Not prostitutes– their strong temperant told him this.

The moment he landed, his eyes shrunk. As the head of the Pieres gang, naturally, he knew who Selwynn was.

Chapter 63