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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 let the rope drop to the deck and was more relaxed when he saw that Selwynn was safe. He looked around the open deck and realized that this part led deeper into the ship, was near the crow's nest, and what seemed to be an escape hatch.

He marked the position in his mind and moved the lanyards on the ground to the side to not make it conspicuous.

It may be because the mastermind felt that his scheme had worked, but after several twists and turns, there were no patrolling guards on this side of the ship, which made for ease of movement.

Selwynn checked the guns still on his body, three small firearms with ten to fifteen rounds and several knives. At this time, from the corner of his eyes, he seemed to see a strange red spot on the deck that was about to be washed away by the rain.

Chapter 93