Chaotic Craftsman Worships The Cube - CH1015

Luxury cars, designer wears, watches, mansions, and penthouses worth millions, Aron had it all. To him, money was nothing but a number. He was so wealthy that he believed even God Himself couldn’t make him taste poverty.But everything changed when the one he loved, the only person he considered family, betrayed him. In a single moment, everything he had worked so hard to achieve was taken and destroyed, leaving him with nothing.Devastated and consumed by hate, rage, and hopelessness, Aron realized that no matter what he tried, he would never be able to get close, let alone take revenge, for all he had lost.That was until a notification appeared before every human in the world:[Your world has arrived at its waking brink.][You have awakened the talent: Talent Bank.]And so, the apocalypse began.

“You incompetent god! I should’ve been the Alpha with big di*k, not some pitiful Omega!”—Cherion’s death was… not heroic. Winning the lottery only to die of a heart attack five minutes later was the definition of cosmic irony. But fate wasn’t done laughing at him yet. He woke up inside a tragic omegaverse novel he once read, right in the body of the pitiful omega doomed to be rejected, humiliated, and die alone.Still, he thought, “Fine. I’ll just avoid the main plot.”Except the main plot avoided him.But the script suddenly changed!Instead of being cast aside, Cherion was married off to Zarius, the empire’s greatest war hero… and the man destined to become the villain everyone feared. A cursed Alpha, praised as a savior but fated to die by the Crown Prince’s hand.Married to the future villain? Doomed.Married to a cursed Alpha? Double doomed.No, no doomed at all! He had a plan. A brilliant, flawless, absolutely desperate plan… but still a plan!“I said I’ll help you break your curse. In exchange, you let me go. Do we have a deal or not? Or are you too insecure to trust an Omega?”“Careful, little Omega. That sharp tongue of yours is daring me to test how it tastes.”

I became a staff officer of an empire whose defeat was certain.The only way to escape from the empire with an 8-year mandatory service was through dishonorable discharge.But then…“You can be glad, Lieutenant. Thanks to your accurate instinct, our military could prevent damage in advance.”The more I struggled to be discharged, the higher my performance evaluation became.