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

After Aris finished observing his body, Rasmus put on his shirt and suit. They didn't feel fluttered from such intimacy or have any lingering feelings toward each other. Since Orthias didn't have strong affections or emotions, they were pretty much individualists.

They both left the parlor and immediately Erlina, Eduard, Videl, and Carrion went quiet and stood still. Everyone except for Videl was petrified to see an Orthias in front of them other than Rasmus. They were intimidated by how tall she was, but stunned by her good looks at the same time.

"They're friends of mine," Rasmus looked at those four.

Aris stared at each one of them from top to bottom, but when she looked at Videl, her eyes narrowed. Videl could tell she had found him suspicious, but he hoped that she couldn't tell who he truly was.

A clash.