RealmWeaver

Hardworking Protagonist: Yes, Interesting Side Cast: Yes, World Building: Yes,  Overpowered Protagonist: Yes, Transmigration: Yes.

Atticus faced the worst day of his life: his heart was shattered, and he was suddenly killed in his home, only to wake up in a magical realm as the heir to one of the most powerful families in the human domain. 

Fueled by determination, he vowed to grow stronger and exact his vengeance on whoever killed and brought him to this world, no matter the cost.




A/N
1. There's no harem.
2. The MC cares only about himself and his family. He doesn't mind crossing the line if it means he can keep himself and his family safe.
3. He has an extremely vengeful personality. Regardless of the reason or what you're going through, he doesn't care. What matters is that you hurt him, and that's all he needs.
4. There will be no 'hiding of strength.' He'll be cautious about what he shows, but he won't lose if he can help it.
5. The MC works hard for his strength; don't be fooled by the system tag.
6. Lastly, if you have any semblance of liking for this novel, give me your everything, hahaha. Just kidding, please give me power stones and drop reviews. Thank you!

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Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Darkness, complete and absolute, shrouded his vision. Atticus found himself trapped in this void once more, a sense of déjà vu washing over him.

'Not this again,' Atticus thought, a hint of frustration creeping in as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

'Am I back in the life weapon?' He pondered. This was exactly what happened the last time he was knocked out

As if in response to his inner turmoil, the suffocating darkness slowly began to recede, revealing a scene that immediately gripped his heart in a vise.

Before him, Ronad stood with his completely charred blacken skin, a chilling grin etched upon his face. He held a gleaming sword dangerously close to Ember's delicate neck.

Atticus' voice cracked as he shouted, "No!" His legs carried him forward, but no matter how he sprinted, the gap between him and the duo seemed to expand.

And then, without hesitation, the sword descended.

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