Demonic_angel

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

A storm started materializing around Elias, with the sword at its core. The storm was so strong that even if Elias was holding the sword, his body was being pushed back with such force that it made him feel as if he was also being ripped apart by the fierce.

Even clothes were being torn apart by the storm, and more scars started appearing on his body as the winds grew truly violet this time, cutting through his skin.

More than the pain, he seemed to be worried about his clothes and the thing that was in his pocket. He quickly placed his hand in his pocket before they were torn apart, and grabbed the growth stone and the insignia of the family

He held the two objects like his life depended on it, even as the remnants of his clothes flew off, leaving him completely bare in the storm.

Chapter 68: Chaos in the middle