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

"This is the forest?" Rasmus looked at the dark woods where no lights could pierce through the thick and giant trees. "The sun is still up and yet there's no light, interesting..." he muttered as he looked at the long fences of gigantic trees on his left and right.

"This is more than just interesting..." Videl stood beside Rasmus and could see the black mist that imitated hands with long fingers, reaching out to them. "You might not see it, but this place is wicked..."

Rasmus raised his brows and hummed as he felt the chill wind brush his face as if it were caressing his cheeks. The eerie feeling was close to when he was brought by Videl down to hell, but it couldn't be compared to what he felt and witnessed down there.

"What do you think?" Rasmus looked at Aris who stood to his right.

"It's not like what I had imagined. This is underwhelming compared to the blackcliffs, not even a pale in comparison," Aris answered and began to walk into the woods.

The Hunt.