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

The old man was still hammering metal, trying to create something. He suddenly stopped, and looked to his left. He could see that a battle was taking place within his domain.

"That weapon? Isn't that the weapon of that girl?" he frowned, sensing the presence of a weapon that was extremely familiar to him. In fact, he had helped in the creation of that weapon.

A weapon of a fable was not something that could just be taken from them. Even if they died, their weapons simply disappeared with them as they were connected to their existence and life.

These weapons weren't like the weapons of humans, that could change hands easily with each battle. His face was filled with confusion, as he couldn't understand how that was possible, despite him being a high tier fable.

"Old man, someone is fighting. Could it be them?" A young woman stepped out of the small hut, also looking in the direction of the battle.

Chapter 93: It's the end