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

I took a quick breath when the soldiers opened the door for me and started walking steadily into the hall. Wearing my usual gray clothes, I tried to present myself in the best possible way since I hadn't visited this place in several months. I wanted to restore my previous image.

I held my head high, meeting the gazes of everyone seated along the sides of the room. It was clear that their previous respect for me had significantly diminished. Was it because I was no longer king, or due to the rumors about my mother?

I wanted to sigh, but I restrained myself and continued walking until I stopped in front of the wooden table where my mother used to sit.

I was still worried about her; she had never refused to talk with me before, and there was no one in the entire family capable of making her disappear overnight.

Even the council and Alexander wouldn't be able to kill her...

Chapter 107: Chaos In The Courtroom