I_Love_Ramen

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I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.

The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.

Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.

For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.

Then I woke up.

Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.

Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.

The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.

They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.

Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.

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Time Reaper: Rise Of The Blood Monarch

Meanwhile, as Kyoji was trying to wrap his head around the information he had just received from Frederick, Frederick himself was getting more and more nervous with each passing second of Kyoji's silence.

Seeing that Kyoji still hadn't said a word, Frederick started to panic a little inside. He thought maybe Kyoji was angry or upset with him.

"If you want, I can tell the public that it was you who killed the mutant," Frederick muttered.

There was silence again. Frederick stared at Kyoji, hoping to read something from his face, but there was nothing. Kyoji's expression didn't change at all.

Then, after a brief moment of thinking, Kyoji finally responded, "There's no need for that."

"Huh?" Frederick asked, unsure if he heard right.

"I said there's no need for that. Since they already believe you killed it, let it stay that way," Kyoji said calmly.

Let him shine.