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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]

The pink-haired man stumbled and almost fell onto Selwynn. Anson instinctively grabbed his hand and pulled him a step back so that even if he fell, it would be on the cold, hard ground.

However, at the last second, the pink-haired man was grabbed by the collar and pulled up firmly by a strong hand until he stood steadily on his feet again.

The person who caught him was the second man who had walked down the stairs behind, and one hand held the back of his neck like a flailing young chick, and the other was placed in his pocket calmly.

The second man nodded his head in greeting, "Selwynn."

Rex was over two meters tall, almost a head taller than even Anson, with tattoos across his entire arm and bright green eyes on rugged features–the name Rex was considered fitting.

After the pink-haired man stabilized, he immediately pursed his lips sullenly, and he glared at Rex, "I could have handled it myself."

Chapter 68