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

"It's okay," Pirren said when Jin finished showing his performance. "Your current limit is 20 moves, and that's only when performed slowly. But that's very good for just one month of training." He seemed pleased on the outside but was quite surprised internally.

Without a teacher or mentor, not even someone to help him understand difficult concepts, Jin reached this level. He was probably busy with the recent Starhold inheritance war and didn't devote all his time to the MorningStar Sword.

But now, with 100% focus on the martial art and a master like Pirren, who has perfected the art, Jin would progress rapidly. He could become a talent that elevates humanity and eradicates or enslaves other creatures forever.

Despite using a demonic body—a fact Pirren detested—he admired using the enemy's power against them. Plus, Jin's mind and spirit were human.

Chapter 117: Teacher