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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

Just a tired man in his late 20s, once a humble internet café owner, now a ghost behind proxies and packet storms.

They had taken everything—his savings, his business, his brother.

All swallowed by greedy officials and paper trails that led nowhere… until he forced them to exist.

> "I only posted truth," he whispered to the screen.

The leak that ended him wasn't flashy.

He uploaded it with trembling fingers, his VPN skipping frames.

Just black-gloved hands and suppressed barrels.

One shot to the stomach. One to the head.

As he collapsed, blood soaking his keyboard, the screen blinked.

A line of code appeared—unauthorized, impossible.

> Condition: Fatal Override = TRUE

> Compressing Entity: ACHILLES.001

> Uploading to Alternate Host Environment…

> Transfer Target: [Mana-Based Root World]

He floated—not falling, not flying.

> I injected myself into the boot layer of a world that runs on magic like I once ran JavaScript.

Logic trees became spell structures.

Firewalls became magical resistances.

When he opened his eyes again, they weren't his.

A man held him with shaking hands.

A noble house, rich in name but crumbling beneath war debt, welcomed their newborn heir.

They didn't know what they had brought into the world.

> I wasn't supposed to live again.

So I'll make sure this time… I live with intent.

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