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

After successfully losing the swordsman, I continued to wander the arena until I discovered something interesting.

Near the center, there are several crates containing different weapons, ranging from standard swords and greatswords to guns and rifles. Advanced and traditional weapons—all available...

I deduced something from this information: players are randomly placed around the arena. Those in the center have the advantage of better weapons but are immediately surrounded by other players. Meanwhile, those closer to the edges have the freedom to choose their battles but shouldn't wander too much.

What I should have done was rush to the center, secure a weapon, and then retreat to the edges. Then, when only fifty or fewer players remain, I'd start moving again and claim victory.

Chapter 137: A Bloody Game [2]