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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 didn't shoot but directly flung the ice pick like a dart and let it plunge into the flesh of his left thigh, close to his crotch. A little more careless, and Don Diro would be useless.

Selwynn took Anson's hand from his neck, lifted one foot, and directly stepped on the ice pick, letting it sink deeper. Red blood spurted and stained his shoe, but he didn't seem to care.

Don Diro's eyes rolled back in his head as he screamed.

He could clearly feel the ice pick meeting resistance, which meant it had touched his leg bone. Only then did he place his foot back on the ground.

Selwynn's voice was frigid, colder than the winter winds outside, and wrapped around his neck, leaving Don Diro breathless, "Do you have some sort of misconception that makes you lie over and over again?"

"Do you think I dare not kill you here?"

Don Diro's face was distorted, and tears of pain streamed down his face.

Chapter 65