Grandson Of The Holy Emperor Is A Necromancer - Chapter 175 - 094. Kasim Derian

In a world of countless schemes, where you are being manipulated at every moment,often without even knowing it.A world where you can't be sure if what you see is reality… or just another illusion crafted as part of a deeper scheme.This is the story of someone who survives it all kind of schemes both small and vast, some he understands, and others he never even realizes.Even he, who is constantly being schemed against, crafts schemes of his own against others.This is a world ruled by deception and Yuan will persevere it, shape it, and rise through it.------------English is not my native language, so please understand if there are any mistakes

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In a world ruled by strength and chaos, a soul from modern Earth awakens in the frail body of a seven-year-old Sakazuki. Orphaned by pirates and left with nothing but a burning hatred, he refuses to remain weak. With knowledge from his past life and the power of the Magma Magma Fruit, he begins his ruthless ascent through the ranks of the Marines.But justice is not so simple. Corruption festers within the very institution meant to uphold order, and the line between protector and tyrant blurs with every battle. Undeterred, Sakazuki will forge his own path—one paved with fire and blood.From a vengeful child to the most feared force in the Marines, witness the rise of a man who will set the seas ablaze and redefine what it means to bring order to a chaotic world.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.