Ace Of Terrans - Chapter 181

The prosperity of Piltover is on the surface, the barrenness of Zaun is miserable.

The able men of the Twin Cities, join Noxus, and I will lead you to the light!

– Ryan Meredith

The League of Legends fanfiction, starting with Zaun and Piltover, tells a story about the Empire.

Demacia to the west, Ionia to the east, Freljord to the north, Shurima to the south…

The empire has risen!

Also known as: “Heroes’ Testimony and Victory”, “The Noxian Way of the Far-God”, “The Four Souls of Chancellor Trifali”

- Description from novelbuddy

Reincarnation? Yes. As the Villian’s first victim? Hell yes.Some novels you keep reading not for the plot, but because of a single character who grabs your heart. For me, that character wasn’t even the protagonist; it was his mother.Noah was just an ordinary university student. Until one day, thanks to a poorly timed act of “masculine bravado” from his friend, he found himself caught in a scuffle with thugs and stabbed. Everything went black. Death came quietly.Then he opened his eyes... but they weren’t his.Noah woke up in another body, in another world and inside the very novel he’d been reading. Worse yet, he hadn’t reincarnated as just any side character, but as Count Leonardo Argenholt, the first person killed by the story’s main villain.Leonardo: noble, handsome, charismatic... and doomed to die very soon.But the most terrifying part? The man destined to kill him is his own son.Now, Noah must do more than just survive. He must navigate the rules, magic, and politics of this world and, most importantly, understand the tragic villain of the story, who also happens to be his child. Because, even if this world appears to follow every fantasy cliché in the book, Noah is no longer just a reader.He’s part of the story now.And maybe... it’s time to rewrite it.

Lawyer Tang Fangjing had finally made it through time-travel, only to discover that he was terminally ill, thank goodness for the systemBut he needed to achieve more than two hundred percent completion in order to ensure his own survivalAnd so, an extremely unorthodox lawyer emergedThinking you can just cut off an employee and provide severance pay?Come on, let's calculate the exorbitant overtime pay, including mobile communication after hours as overtime!Property management that does nothing but collect money, thinking about pulling out just like that?Gradually establish a resident's committee, backtrack twenty years of accounts, secure a huge compensation from property management without saying, and also send the property boss to jailWho's shirking responsibility for the unfinished building?Come at it with both administrative and civil lawsuits, make clear whose responsibility it is, whoever needs to go in must go inBeyond that, there are salary disputes, labour service scams...'When you encounter a problem, sending people to jail will naturally solve the problem' — Tang Fangjing

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.