Yoseman

Everything was going according to plan—until my life was turned upside down.

I had just graduated from university and was ready to start my career, fulfilling both my goals and those of my parents. But then, disaster struck.

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Creation of the World—a game that grants its user the ability to control a limitless world, with the power to create and destroy anything without restriction.

Cassian watched helplessly as Earth was consumed by the world he had built. Unable to intervene, he suddenly found himself in a body that wasn’t his own.

Cassian Starhold—the older brother of the world’s greatest hero.

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I was content with my life as a puppet, a slave whose only purpose was to toil away, sacrificing everything for a few worthless scraps of metal. But my enemies couldn’t leave me in peace. They brought war to my doorstep and destroyed everything I had spent my life building.

I stood among thousands of their strongest sons, as they listened to the man who had ignited the fire in my life. Towering and imposing, he spoke from atop majestic marble columns, his gray hair blending with the crowd. Thousands of people, all sharing his features, gazed up at him with eyes filled with admiration and ambition.

“People are not equal!” he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. “We are the pinnacle of evolution! There is nothing beyond us! We have risen above piles of inferior blood, leaving massacres in our wake. And now, you are about to inherit this legacy.”

He paused, surveying the crowd below with cold pride. “But this power must be earned. It is not granted by birth. Wealth, power, status… these things demand mountains of victims just to catch a glimpse of them.”

His arms stretched wide, madness and pride gleaming in his eyes, and the crowd mirrored him, thousands roaring with fervent pride. The sight was terrifying.

“You have no idea what your ancestors sacrificed to put you here. But you will learn. And I swear to you, with my pride on the line…”

“Only those worthy of us will survive!”

"Soon, I will show you why we are called dragons!"

What these so-called dragons don’t know… is that a puppet will rise to shatter their illusions. He’s wrong. None of them will survive.


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Author's Note:
As you can see from the tags, the MC will eventually become a villain, but not at the beginning—and not even within the first three arcs. I'll take the time to carefully build his character and develop his transformation in a way that feels natural and logical.

His ultimate goal is to return to his original family, so he harbors a deep hatred for the world he’s been pulled into.

This novel will explore darker themes like slavery, murder, mind control, and betrayal. However, it will not contain R-18 content, so if that’s what you’re looking for, you might want to reconsider.

The MC won’t be OP from the start, nor the smartest, but he will quickly gain experience and grow.

Creator's POV

"Is this...?" Jin looked at the thin threads that bound his hands to the ceiling, halting his blade just before it could pierce Loana's face.

"It seems you're doing everything in your power to protect her. Truly pathetic!" he remarked, retreating instantly while keeping his eyes on Thorn.

Staying still for even a moment longer would have meant being completely ensnared by those threads.

<Ghost Movement> His body turned semi-transparent, vanishing with the room's wind. His speed became unimaginable. Thorn struggled to predict Jin's next move, but his experience helped him react quickly.

Jin reappeared just centimeters from Loana, but the transparent threads had already surrounded the area.

"Don't move at all; you are safe within that space," Thorn instructed Loana before leaping back swiftly.

Jin frowned as the steel threads blocked the advance of his short sword. No matter what he tried, he couldn't break through.

Chapter 97: Assassination