Dere_Isaac

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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 by a deranged Fan

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.

But there was a big problem. 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. After all, he had already experienced death before. There was no way in hell was he going to give his life for anybody.
Instead of following the story arch and becoming a hero, he forges his own path on the road to true villiany and immortality.
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.
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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)

Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

The Uncrowned Clown hummed a tune as he methodically sterilized his tools, whistling a discordant melody that contrasted horrifyingly with the macabre scene around him.

His hands, precise and steady, dipped instruments into a bubbling liquid that hissed and steamed. "If you heal correctly," he continued, glancing at the man tied before him with a grin that dripped with mockery, "you should be up and barking in about... oh, a year, give or take."

He gestured to the side of the room where a gleaming steel cage stood, complete with a thick leather collar and a bone-shaped tag engraved with a name. "See that? I've already got everything prepared. The collar, the cage, even a cute little leash for walkies!" He chuckled, tapping the collar with an exaggerated flourish. "But my therapist—God bless her—she keeps telling me, 'Clown, you've got to transform your anger into happiness, your pain into joy.'"

A Visit To The Nether