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 slowly grabbed Aris's hand where it was crushing his other wrist. He stood in front of her and stared into her eyes calmly without showing any pained expression.

"Calm down, Aris..." Rasmus said softly. "It's not the time yet..."

Aris ignored Rasmus and tightened her grip on his wrist. Suddenly a hand grabbed her cheeks, cupping them and pulling her head down. She was startled and snapped back to reality when she saw Rasmus's face right in front of her.

"I said calm down..." Rasmus whispered. "I promise that you will have your revenge and I promise to find a way to bring back your sister, Illidan."

Aris loosened up her grip and noticed that she had fractured Rasmus's wrist. She forgot that Rasmus was only half Orthias and his bones weren't as strong as hers..

Playing a fool.