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

"So..." Matthias looked at Rasmus and Aris back and forth, noticing the height difference. "Where have you been?"

"Attend an important business, and I just recovered from intense training," Rasmus answered as he looked at his ships. "Things are going smoothly?" He nodded up at the ships.

"Some are almost done, and your big ship is already halfway," Matthias answered as he poured the rum into the bottle. "If you start helping us again, I think we can finish everything in two months or even less," he pointed out.

"Perfect. I'll come by every day like before, and I'm planning to even without you asking," Rasmus crossed his arms and looked at the pirates to fetch his pirate attire. "Are you coming?" He looked at Matthias.

"I have been waiting for this, of course I'm coming!" Matthias got up and carried the barrel over his shoulder. "I'm ready whenever you are," he said and drank his rum.

Boarding the Ship.