My Cell Prison - Chapter 413 - : Route

A genius magician, to fight against his fate to die a natural death from old age, grasped at the truth of magic to allow himself to reincarnate with a power he created himself.

The cycle of reincarnation is repeated multiple times and in his 31st reincarnation, the magician became a boy named Syril who lives in a village of elves.

However, that village is ruled by Humans, and the Elves are treated as livestock.

After becoming 14 years old, Syril, who regained his past knowledge and experience, stands up to help a girl, who is his childhood friend.

The story of the creation of an ideal country begins in that one village, a place where all races can coexist. Elves, Fox-girl, and various other Heroines.

……………………………………………………………

Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .

Aiden Cross, A boy who was smarter than a kid his age. Born on the seemingly normal planet Earth. who finds his life very boring.100 years ago, World War III happened for unknown reasons. Resulting in 25% of the world population perished in this war.What was the reason for all the nation to fight for?Would he uncover the secret of the war? Or will he become a pawn of the powerful organizations?But one day Aiden’s life turned upside down in an accident. Aiden lost his mother, and Aiden himself was on the verge of dying. Then he awakened the system.[Ding][Compatible host detected][Initializing the Cosmic System][Connecting the cosmic system to the host's soul][Connection Completed]A system promises to make him stronger and help him revive his mother back to life. And inform him about the awakening of his world, which is no less than the apocalypse. With the help of the system, Aiden awakens Limit Grade Talent, but his talent is not complete and has a fatal side effect.[Talent: Celestial (unknown)] (incomplete)Aiden has to copy many talents to complete his talent. And travel to many different worlds.As he meets different races, a naive elven princess, prideful and lustful dragons, bored vampires, and a horny angel who offers herself to him“I offer you my body and soul; please accept me.” An angel with a flushed red face said

Sixty Years ago, one middle aged man brought a Qilin that looked like a pug and a mandarin duck that looked exactly like a duck, walking into the Imperial City of the Central Plains for the first time.

As a princess that could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne gets kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realizes that she’s in over her head.

She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent.

King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North.

Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring.

No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne.

However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be.

In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough.

―

[Excerpt]

“Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.”

“Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?”

“Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.”

“Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers.

There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once.

Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles.

“I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out.

“Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.”

―

……………………………………………………………

Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .