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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 stepped in entirely and gave the people in the room an innocent look, "I can't help that. It's only me. Sorry to disappoint."

At middle-aged man stepped out of the crowd and looked at Anson with vicious and shrewd brows, "Who the fuck are you, and how dare you show up before me knowing you'll die horribly?"

Unexpectedly, the person standing amongst the men was Sun Zhun!

Sun Zhun scrutinized the man with a sneer, "Nevermind I don't care who you are–"

However, before he could finish speaking, Anson clicked his tongue and sighed, "Why do people never seem to be able to greet others politely."

He reloaded the gun in one practiced move, then, without hesitation, aimed at Sun Zhun and pulled the trigger.

It was a tricky shot, targeting the place three inches under the man's navel. However, the bullet wasn't hard to dodge, but the evasive action would look quite ungainly.

Chapter 97