Klotz

Fuck me.

I was just trying to pull my favorite character from a gacha game — Trafalgar du Morgain. The legendary swordsman. The cursed heir. The tragic side story no one cared to fix.

Discarded by his clan. Humiliated by his siblings. Dead by suicide before the main plot even began.

Guess who woke up in his body?

Yeah. Me.

Now I’m stuck in a game world that had zero lore, zero guidance, and zero chance of survival — except for the broken-ass Talent I somehow unlocked.

I’ll kill, steal, lie, betray—whatever it takes.

If survival means blood on my hands, then so be it.

I didn’t choose this world, but I’m not going to let it chew me up and spit me out.

I’ll climb over corpses if I have to. I’ll become the villain, the monster, the nightmare they never saw coming.

Because in this world, there’s only one rule that matters: survive or die.

And I’m not dying again.

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More tags: no Yuri, no NTR, transmigration, rarebloodline, no dense mc, dragons, dragon girl, dog girl, vampire, succubus, mana cultivation, cursed heir, academy setting, hidden talent, demons, death and rebirth, political intrigue, ancient bloodline, dark fantasy, family conflict.

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Schedule: 14-21 chapters per week
Chapter Length 1,000-2,000 words
Work Length: 800-1200 chapters

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SSS Talent: From Trash to Tyrant

Lysandra stood beside the carriage, the same one that had brought the four of them to the mine. The demon butler assigned by the Zar'khael family stood nearby, hands clasped behind his back, posture flawless.

"How may I assist you, Lady Lysandra?" he asked with a calm, deep voice.

"I need the communication device," Lysandra replied. "Lord Malakar said I'd find it here. I need to report something important to my father."

"Of course. One moment." The butler opened the carriage door. "Please, step inside for privacy."

Lysandra entered the carriage without another word. The butler followed only long enough to hand her a small, polished orb the size of an apple.

He stepped back outside, closing the door behind him.

Lysandra placed the orb on her lap, rested both hands on it, and channeled mana into its core. The surface shimmered, flickered—and soon, an image took shape.

Chapter 36: Seraphine’s Interest