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DEATH COULDN’T KILL HIM—IT JUST GAVE HIM A NEW LIFE TO DESTROY.

Reo Carter was a name that made even the hardest killers shudder. A perfect hitman—no hesitation, no mercy. Until his own crew turned on him, leaving him bleeding out in a pile of bodies that used to be his enemies.  

But fate wasn’t done with him.  

He wakes up in a world of nobility, magic, and honor duels—trapped in the body of Leonhardt Caulem, the weakest, most useless son of Duke Caulem. A spoiled brat with no skill, no spine, and a reputation so pathetic that even servants look down on him.  

They think he’s weak? They have no idea who they just brought back.

- Swords and magic? He spent his last life dodging bullets—this is child’s play.  
- Dueling etiquette? A knife in the ribs is the only honor that matters.  
- A noble’s life of luxury? He’s had enough backstabbing for one lifetime, thanks.  

He was once a ghost in the underworld—a man who didn’t exist. Now, in a world where strength is everything, he’s about to remind them what true fear looks like.  

The hitman is back. And this time, he’s aiming for something more.

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The Useless Prince Is A Gangster

Valtharion's voice was a low growl. "Now I see why they want you dead. You are really the Ruler's Prophecy."

He lunged, a blur of shadow and steel, his mangled hand no weakness. His greatsword sliced through the air, shadows trailing like hissing snakes. Leo vanished in a blue flash, pure speed, his spear screaming with lightning as it stabbed at Valtharion's ribs.

The demon twisted, blocking with his blade, runes glowing bright. The clash sent a shockwave that shattered rocks, Valtharion's arm shaking.

Leo became a storm, blinking in and out—behind, above, below—each spear strike a thunderclap, lightning exploding in wild, blue arcs, lighting the glade like a firework show.

[Time remaining: 130s]

66. Mana Domain