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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

"What would you say if I told you that I could give you the ability to move?" Elias asked the ego, who still didn't know his true identity or abilities.

Elias knew that the chances of extraction were low, even if not non-existent. If he failed, the ego would be destroyed, and so would his hope, for now.

The sword didn't simply have an ego; it was an ego that had known Aliath. Its value was beyond that of a simple ego. Still, he knew that he had to do it. He didn't have any room to feel regret or guilt about it.

"If only." The Ego didn't sound particularly enthusiastic, as it knew the reality. It was an ego. Even if it had intelligence, it wasn't truly alive.

Elias stepped back with the sword, getting away from the fighter jet so as not to get it caught in the storm that was going to be born during extraction.

Chapter 67: Most Significant Memory