MTL - Rebirth As a Fatuous and Self-indulgent Ruler - Chapter 226 : Rest assured, I promise

King of RuinBy Moses OnojeghwoIn a world teetering on the edge of destruction, Kol Vaelros walks the thin line between salvation and damnation. Once feared as a harbinger of chaos, he has returned—his power barely restrained, his past shrouded in blood and mystery. But something darker stirs within him, a force he can no longer ignore.Lisa Everhart has spent her life haunted by visions of a terrifying future—one where Kol stands at the center of devastation. Torn between fate and her own growing feelings for him, she must decide whether to fight against destiny or embrace it, even if it means betraying the one she swore to save.As ancient enemies rise and the cursed awaken, Kol’s past comes hunting for him. His long-lost siblings emerge from the shadows, determined to stop the monster they believe he has become. But the true enemy is lurking just beyond sight—an entity far more dangerous than any prophecy foretold.With time running out, Kol must face the truth: Is he the savior of this broken world… or its ultimate destroyer?When the final battle comes, will he stand against the darkness—or become it?The war for his soul has begun.The King of Ruin is a gripping dark fantasy filled with epic battles, haunting prophecies, and the struggle between power and redemption. Fans of Solo Leveling and Jujutsu Kaisen will be drawn into this intense tale of fate, betrayal, and unstoppable force.

Living things really are ignorant – the greed to obtain the key to knowledge and the fundamentals of energy overpowers them. Little do they know that knowledge is full of lies and energy is the root of destruction. Us, mages, have mastered travelling through space and time. We are invincible, we can turn worlds into dust and you, mere ants, will be wiped out with no trace.

-Mage Adam

An A.I.(Artificial Intelligence) gets reincarnated into a world where he becomes a mage.

“I can’t believe my eyes. The ice lord actually kissed a man. God, help me!”

On one spring evening when I was eight years old, I, Erica, Duke of Aurelia’s daughter, realized something.