The Reticent Blade - Chapter 227 – Fierce Battle at the Front Line

After crossing the first day, Hu Xiaoxiao beat the Emperor.On the second day of travelling, Hu Xiaoxiao beat up the Imperial Consort.The third day after crossing …“The empress has left the palace!”However, before he could walk out of the city gate, Hu Xiaoxiao was carried back by a man.The extraordinarily handsome emperor was so angry that he laughed sinisterly, “You haven't even given birth to your son yet, where do you want to run to?”

He lived like a king, died like a grandpa... and woke up as a bratty villain inside a fantasy novel.Nice.Born into the mighty Arkanveil family, he’s expected to grow up spoiled, arrogant, and doomed. But sorry, fate — he’s got better plans.Armed with a broken Proficiency Panel, two god-tier Traits, and the mind of a seasoned conqueror, he’s here to rewrite the script.Demigods plotting. Councils scheming. Demon Emperors laughing.They’re all just EXP waiting to happen.Pretending to be a clueless baby genius, he secretly trains, conquers, and stacks power like a final boss.Because this time, the EX-Rank Villain isn’t playing to survive.He’s playing to win.The world’s greatest families have no idea what’s coming. But hey... they’ll find out soon enough.“EX-Rank problems require EX-Rank solutions.”

In the nation of Avrael, power is both a blessing and a curse. Sixteen-year-old Ayato Daath, a poor orphan, had always hoped to live unnoticed in the shadows of the city. But when he is forced to undergo The Rite of Manifestation, the ritual that determines one’s magical potential, his worst fear comes true—he is an Elite.Now torn from the only life he’s ever known, Ayato is thrust into a brutal world of magic, bloodshed, and treacherous politics. In a society where the strong prey on the weak, where rival factions scheme in the dark, and where a single misstep could mean death, Ayato must quickly learn one thing—adapt, or perish. And one thing Ayato already knows is that in Avrael, only the ruthless survive.

I have been summoned to a game world, a world of swords and magic. Or at least that's what my friend said.I couldn't care less about that.But apparently, I can create whatever eldritch creatures I want, even the ones from urban legends and creepypastas.So what if the people don't like my babies? Screw them.This is the story of how I accidentally became the last boss of the world.