Iqfauli

Kyros was no hero—nor was he a villain. A pragmatist to the core, he turned Earth into a chessboard of chaos, bending nations and empires to his will before meeting his end. But death was only the beginning. The Devil intervened, pulling Kyros into Hell with an irresistible proposition: a second chance at life in a world far removed from Earth—a world named Neva.

In this fantastical realm of knights, nobility, magic, and divine power, Kyros becomes the key piece in a wager between God and the Devil. Reborn as Rasmus Blackheart, a disgraced young noble, his task is clear: unleash chaos and topple the order of Neva, just as he did on Earth. But the Devil has added a twist to the game—he’ll serve as Rasmus’s companion, not as a guide but as a mischievous, manipulative force, more likely to hinder than help.

Navigating a world brimming with intrigue and divine interference, Rasmus must survive, scheme, and rise from ruin to reshape Neva in his image. Will his cunning be enough to outwit his foes—and his so-called ally—or will this chaotic partnership lead to his downfall?

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The Kind of Evil

Rasmus and Aris silently stared at each other for almost a whole minute since Lenin and Novia left. Neither of them showed any expression, but they still couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"You're small," Aris said, breaking the silence as she crossed her arms.

"Are all Orthias tall like you?" Rasmus asked with his eyes slightly narrowed. "I remember my late mother wasn't as tall as you. She was only a bit taller than me if she's still alive by now."

"Yes, we are taller than humans in general, for the warriors at least," Aris nodded and kept observing Rasmus's appearance.

Rasmus tilted his head, intrigued by the conversation because he could ask everything related to Orthias and who they actually were. He poured tea into his cup and one for her as well.

World's Essence.