Necromancer: I Am A Disaster - Chapter 11: I Killed Them All And Then Came Out

In a world where six once-allied nations now stand divided, the kingdom of Myralis, a symbol of self-sacrifice, has fallen into oblivion. Centuries after its mysterious downfall, Caelum, the last disciple of a forgotten deity, embarks on a perilous journey to restore his nation's honor.Guided by the enigmatic teachings of his vanished mentor and armed with the legendary Seal of Abnegation, Caelum must navigate treacherous politics and face champions from rival kingdoms in a deadly tournament that will decide the fate of the world.As ancient secrets resurface and alliances crumble, Caelum discovers that every truth hides a lie and every ally could become an enemy. His quest could either unite the Six Nations—or precipitate their destruction.Will he master his heritage and fulfill the prophecy that marks him as Myralis’s savior, or will his choices doom the world to chaos?

Grim Reaper

Pursue the power of waves, keep company with the darkness, practice thunder and lightning waves, I am the ‘Emperor of Heaven’

Honing the power of blood, fighting with madness, becoming a blood demon and killing the sky, I am the “devil god”

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Traveling into the world of the god of death, with the template of a dnf ghost swordsman, since the god of death has a king, and the destroyer has a king, then I will become the king of the void!

Asura, Berserker, Devil May Cry, Sword Soul, Sword Shadow, Dark Warrior, Wandering Warrior, Demon Contractor, Sword Rider, Dark Templar, all of them are me!

I am the ancient apostle, the God of Death in the Tower of Delusion, the Void King of the Tower of Despair, I am…

In the beginning!

The vest flow in this book, the behind-the-scenes flow, although the plot line started two thousand years ago, it will quickly transition to the plot

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He picked her up and took her home, but he couldn't watch her grow up. When they met again, he was a business tycoon who could call the wind and summon the rain. His possessiveness toward her became uncontrollable the moment he saw her again.He had never spoken words of love to her, yet he regarded every man around her as a rival in love.She kept her love for him a secret, but little did she know that he had always had ulterior motives, plotting for her to marry him. After a difficult marriage, the always gentlemanly and elegant man became like a wolf at night, entangling with her.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”