_Eshwar_

A boy with an unfortunately tragic past grew up into an emotionless retard and became an assassin codenamed [Stylish-Assassin], who never bothered to hide his face even at the scenes of his missions; as such, the woman who loved him from the bottom of her heart was found out by the authorities from the government, who used her to keep an eye on him and dispose of him at any given moment. He who knew learned about that for a long time decided to resolve the matters with his death being the conclusions, but what he got was far too different for what he wanted, as the 'reason' that made him want to live another day even if it had to strive for it, ceased to exist that.....
Without a reason or a will to live, he picked up the revolver held hand of his now dead 'reason' that made him want to live, and shot himself. 
What he thought was the end, 
Was instead a new beginning;
He involuntarily found himself believing that,
It was another chance in life, but 
DING-!
[Character’s synchronised story has been successfully re-enacted!]
“This scene should remain in your mind as you die. Take this as a lesson to never go against an aristocrat!” The man with a hoarse and cold voice said and slashed Mark’s eyes with his dagger.
[User, Daddy_Darkness’, customized character has been created!]
[Perfect synchronisation complete!]
[[Mutated sewage rat’s crystal] [Rank – F (-)] [Inconsumable] has been consumed!]
[[Abyssal (Ex)] has been activated!]
With a clear target for his revenge etched onto his consciousness, he set foot into a path threaded with blood and cold darkness that lead him to the very depths of the abyss as he strived to become stronger than his target, even if the path leading him held life-threatening dangers at each step.....
DING-!
[An [Unborn Tower] has begun plundering over the [Essence] from the [Assimilated] worlds]
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AN: I don’t know who the artist of the cover is, but if you want me to remove it.... you can ask me to do so (T-T).
Credits to the artist.

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[Saturdays I may or may not upload]

The Blind Swordsman.

In that large conference room, Nobles; Dukes, Princes, Marquess', Counts----everybody with authorities higher than a certain level within the Empire were present in the room, talking about the things they improved within their households, jeering at people they built new connections with, and talking about more insignificant things that would most probably boost their household reputations and fame, until the blindfolded young man dared to barge in presumptuously.

The Nobles were seated on tens of luxuriously exquisite seats separated by a broad and wide sumptuous table where laid miscellaneous things useful for the current meeting, while the room itself was sumptuously grand looking with velvet curtained walls.

Five Dukes, two Princes, 7 Marquess, and 4 Counts present within the room snapped their heads at the door, which busted open by a presumptuous young man, but the Nobles didn't show any other reaction than frowning.

Regressor's plight