Meowinator

A chilling air swept across the desert as a figure in a black cloak and obsidian crown walked toward the advancing army of House Elyria.

With a raise of his hand, the sun turned black, plunging the battlefield into darkness. The wind ripped away the sand, revealing an ocean of skulls, and from it, thousands of undead surged, surrounding the army.

Blood spilled, and with each death, the army grew—undead rising even before their bodies hit the ground. The figure stepped onto the shoulder of a massive giant, its molten eyes burning as it crushed entire squads with a single swing.

As the black sun set, only the general remained. Kneeling, he glared. “You think this will go unanswered? House Elyria is one of the strongest forces on the continent!"

The figure smirked. "Your House will answer soon enough. I’ll be visiting it tonight."

With a wave, the undead surged, swallowing him whole.


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After his death in an accident, Roye awakens in the midst of a dark sacrificial ritual, surrounded by hundreds of lifeless corpses inside the body of Roye Valdrin—a disowned noble, the forgotten younger brother of a ruthless villainess, and the discarded ex-fiancé of a destined heroine.

Worse yet, he has transmigrated into the world of Valoria, a dark fantasy realm where humanity began reclaiming its place on the surface only eight hundred years ago, after living underground for millennia with no idea why they were forced to hide in the first place.

A world where gods and ancient emperors still influence the living from their graves.
A world where politics run amok.
A world where evil hearts and questionable morality lurk beneath a beautiful facade.

Could he even survive in such a brutal world?

Core Bloodline Acquired—
Special Inheritance Gained: Apostle of Death.(Rank- Unknown)

Roye doesn’t know if he will survive, but he knows one thing: he’ll do whatever it takes. Messing with the plot, killing main characters—nothing is off-limits.

If the world wants to destroy him, he’ll burn it down first.

Extra's Guide to Surviving a Dark Fantasy World

I immediately averted my gaze and lowered my head.

Was he looking at me just now?

One by one, other first-year classes also began to join ours, until everyone from the first year was present down in the training ground. The teacher's assistant was still standing in front of us; once he had made sure that all the classes were present, he began instructing us about the class.

"Since everyone is present, I'll begin." A bald professor among the group started talking. "From here on, everyone present here would go through individual tests regarding your strength, agility, and mental fortitude. Your scores would be recorded and used in later assessments throughout the year to measure your improvement."

Suddenly, the arena floor under us began to shift, and rows and rows of testing equipment began to emerge from the ground.

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