Dere_Isaac

VILLAIN!? Is that what you call me? Do you know what I have been through?

Damn it! My fight is against the puppeteering strings of heaven itself.

FATE dealt me this hand, and I'll find peace in it.

 Even if I have to end the world, I'll sit a king on its ruins.
I'm not a good guy. I won't even pretend that I am. But then again, who in this world can truly claim that title? 
At least I know my heart. What about yours?"
.....
Chiron lived an unfortunately miserable life as an orphan.

Just when he managed to get rich as a result of a book about a world he saw in his dreams, he was murdered. 

He was even unable to enjoy his vast wealth before his death.

But Fate had other plans for him. 

He was reborn in the same book he wrote as the main character.

Appearing when he was about to undergo circumcision.

But that was the least of his problems.

After all, according to his book, the main character was to die at the end, risking his life for the safety of the world. 

To sacrifice one's self for the world was not his style.

But the hunt for power and immortality---Now that was his style.

However can he win when his enemy is Fate itself and the Gods that command it?...Especially with the Fate Change System he can never truly trust.
......
Note: The MC has no morality. Very Sick Shit happens in this book. I mean things that will make even your parents shy away.

You have been warned!!!

No Romance= (The Ancestors forbid it)

Simping= (The MC would prefer Death please)

Familiar bonds= (Family exists only for benefits.)

Stray off the part of Power= (only to go kill a nation or something and we back on track)

Note: So the first hundred chapters are endearing but very necessary. MC is at his weakest point ever. 

But it's also what builds his indomitable character and fearless nature.

please be patient with it. The wait is worth it.

{I never needed to say this before, but please read at least a hundred chapters before you leave a review. Thank you}

Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Those words were not loud but in a gathering such as this, there were significant. Those words effectively meant that Elder Joules had skipped someone. 


Everybody turned to the sound of the voice.


To their surprise, a lone figure drew closer, one step at a time. He wore baggy clothes to cover up the forbidden tattoos on his body. His hair was dark and rough, and he even had sleeping bags under his eyes. One look at his face and anyone could tell that he had not slept properly for days. 


Yet, his dark eyes gave the impression that they were bottomless in their depth and unfathomable in capability. 


As he approached, he pulled along a sword that was at least six feet in length. The sword was black as night and crooked in the most undesirable manner. The edge of the sword seemed to merge with his hand. Like it was an extension of his arm. 


I did not hear my name 2...