Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead's Ex-Boyfriend - Chapter 148.1: Black Hair and White Skin

Kerrigan’s life was never his own. Raised as a pawn in a twisted game, his mind was shattered in a cruel simulation. Now, in the real world, he’s left with only one thing: Veilbreaker—a power to tear through lies, illusions, and hidden truths. But the more he uses it, the more it eats away at his sanity.Haunted by his past, betrayed by those he should trust, Kerrigan must fight not only the monsters that hunt him but the darkness inside himself. Every ally could be an enemy, and every truth could cost him everything. As a deadly war brews on the horizon, Kerrigan is the only one who can stop it—but the price for victory might just be his mind.Can Kerrigan control his power, or will the truth break him first?

I am a holy knight. To be precise, I am the Church of the God of Light’s Sun Knight…in training.

The Church of the God of Light worships and serves the God of Light, and theirs is one of the three largest religions on this continent.

As the whole continent knows, the Church of the God of Light has the Twelve Holy Knights, and each one has his own unique personality and features.

To be the Sun Knight is to have shining golden hair, sky blue eyes, a compassionate nature, and a brilliant smile.

…even the Sun Knight-in-training is no exception.

The 38th generation of the Twelve Holy Knights have completed their term of office, yet the time for the 39th generation to take over is still far in the indefinite future.

The Judgment Knight is brash and easily angered; the Storm Knight and the Leaf Knight are always fighting nonstop, day and night.

Since childhood, the Sun Knight-in-training has watched the others grow from kids into adolescents.

What must he do in order to become comrades, who will fight through thick and thin for each other, with this group of “younger brothers”?

“Benevolent God of Light, may I ask when I will complete my training that has taken more than ten years?”

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.

After the disaster, there wasn't enough food, so I used my superpower to farm, striving together with my childhood friend for a better life.