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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

"Is this the place?" A woman's voice, laced with a hint of impatience, broke through the silence. She stood at the front of the group, as she scanned the seemingly ordinary landscape.

"According to the prophet, this should be the place," a man responded, his gaze fixed on a small handheld device. He adjusted a dial, as if verifying something.

"If we go any further, we would enter the Domain of another Overlord. We should stop right here," he suggested with a frown, seemingly hesitant about entering the Domain of a High-Tier Fable.

"If the location given by the Prophet is correct, then that human must be inside this domain. We can't go back without them." The woman didn't seem like she was in any mood to stop.

"But it's the domain of someone we can never defeat. If something goes wrong, none of us will be able to return." The man couldn't believe that he was seriously being told to enter someone's domain without their permission.

Chapter 90: Bad Luck