Forcing Me to Be a Godly Tycoon, Right? - Chapter 395 - 198: Strange Sounds on the Phone (Subscribe for the grand - )

In a tyrannical world, what is evil? What is benevolence? All living creatures are brutal. Passing through the heaven road to find one’s purpose in life. Struggles to be stronger is not an easy path. The whole journey thistles and thorns, one blade chops open a path, I alone will be supreme!

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At the age of 5, Leon's parents were slaughtered in front of him, but instead of getting arrested and punished, the case was closed off, with the villains of the incident running free.

At the age of 24, he had turned into a mass murderer crazy psychopath. After sending many criminals to hell, he finally got his revenge and killed the people responsible for his parents' deaths.

However, instead of finding solace, what he felt was never-ending emptiness making him lose his will to stay alive.

Surrounded by cops, instead of struggling he leapt off the building deciding to end his life.

Alas, fate played another joke on him.

He was selected by Deity and was sent to a world filled with protagonists and antagonists of urban cultivation novels.

And to his utter dismay, when he woke up he found himself in the body of trash fucked by fate brutally.

His mother divorced his father and remarried.

His fiancee was taken away by another one.

A girl whom he fell in love with later turned out to be his step-sister and engaged with someone else.

His stepmother had thrown him out of the house and blocked his cards.

Recounting all the bullshit, Leon finally lost his sanity.

“Screw you all and Screw the world.”

“I wanted to have peace but since you are not going to let me in peace, you will see my dark side.”

Follow Leon's journey as he tramples over the so-called childrens of heaven and destiny villains, and strives to the top of the world.

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This is my first book and I am a complete novice. My English sucks still I will try my best.

However, despite all the flaws, I hope you can give it a try.

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