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Elias' world was destroyed right in front of his eyes. Only after his transmigration did he learn that there was nothing natural about its destruction.



The person who destroyed his world was the eldest son of the family he was transmigrated to, the Ashborns.



He could never forget his sister's cries when she suffered and eventually died from the virus that wreaked havoc in his world. And here he was, the person responsible, laughing.



Elias wanted to repay the favor. He wanted to bring absolute ruination to these people. And for that, he had to play by their rules. He had to become the Architect of an Apocalypse…

Legendary Architect of Apocalypse

Even though Elias was curious about the previous owner of the sword, that didn't change the fact that the sword was too talkative.

Its loyalty to its previous owner was also problematic, especially since it was demanding to be taken back to him.

"I remember it now!" the sword declared. "Every time he was with others, people would look at him with fear and address him as the descendant of that family. It was so annoying at the time."

The Ego seemed to be lost in thoughts of the past, reminiscing about the good times.

"If you knew the name of that family, you would have an easier time escorting me back. It was the Ashborn Family. That was his family's name. My master was Aliath Ashborn, the eldest son of the Ashborn Family."

Elias's gaze was focused on the map, even though he split some of his attention to the sword. But the moment he heard the name, his fingers, which had been tracing the map, came to a sudden halt.

Chapter 65: If you're lucky