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Create a bill that punishes corrupt officials with death!"

But then they say: "Killing is against the law. They're human too, and have a right to live!"

Damn those so-called Human Rights activists.

Anyone running for office should serve the people, not exploit them.

And yet, time and again—
They hunger for power.
They bend the laws.
They steal the people’s taxes.

I was nothing but a small internet café owner, struggling to pay bills. But my life changed when I stumbled upon someone in a dark web forum. A shadow with a code name, who taught me everything—from basic programming to breaching secure national servers.

I became an anonymous whistleblower.
Exposed corrupt politicians.
Flooded social media with undeniable proof.

But one night, I made a mistake.
I forgot to activate my VPN. Forgot to scramble my signal.

And they came.
Secret agents. Black ops.

They didn’t arrest me.
They executed me.

I thought that was the end.

But fate had other plans.

I woke up… not on Earth…

…in a world ruled by mana and aura.

A world where kingdoms rise and fall by the strength of their swordsmen and mages…
…where corruption bleeds through nobility like poison in wine.

And this time, I won’t make the same mistake.

This time, I’ll burn their world from the inside out.

The Ruthless Magic Swordsman

The House of Verentis was a name spoken with respect—not fear.

But their banners flew over cities where laws were fair, where the hungry were fed, and where knights wore steel not to conquer, but to protect.

And when Lady Irelya Verentis gave birth to her first child—a boy with calm eyes and quiet strength—the entire region celebrated.

Achilles' father, Lord Caldus Verentis, was a man of few words but clear action. His sword had ended bandit wars in his youth. His gold had rebuilt orphan halls afterward.

His mother, Lady Irelya, was gentler. Once a court scholar, now a noble matron. Her wisdom carried more weight than half the realm's ministers.

They raised Achilles in balance: strength and thought, discipline and warmth.

As a child, Achilles rarely cried.

He stared too long at candlelight.

Traced shapes in the air that no one taught him.

Because deep inside, he remembered.

He never spoke of it. How could he?

He was reborn into kindness. Into love. Into a family that deserved a son who would not break them.

So he smiled when they taught him to read.

He chanted beginner spells with the others…

One winter night, he stared at the flame in the hearth for too long.

He was reading its behavior. The mana patterns. The subtle pulse between heat and shape.

And something inside him responded:

His mind, trained from another world, had begun assembling a logic-based system to interpret this world's magic.

🌙 The Noble Son with a Hidden Edge

As the moonlight crept into his room, Achilles stood at the balcony.

His mother had sung to him just an hour earlier.

His father had left a book of sword forms on his desk.

But this world was not as noble as House Verentis.

And one day, that ugliness would come.

> When it does, he thought, I'll be ready.

But as the one who can rewrite the rules.

The Blood of Verentis