Rise of the Cosmic_Emperor - Chapter 844 An Invitation To An Infinitely Certain Future.

struggle for dominance, where power rules above all.But you are no chosen hero. As the third son of a Viscount, you hold no influence—just another noble without purpose. Your knowledge of technology and strategy? Worthless here.Then, everything changes.The cards from your favorite strategy game—the very ones you built and mastered—are now real. No longer digital symbols, but an army you can summon at will. In this ruthless world, where the weak are crushed and the strong dictate fate, this power is your key to survival.You refuse to be a victim. Armed with an army beyond imagination, you will carve your own destiny. Not just to survive—but to conquer.“Soldiers, attack!”..........Note: If you have any questions or comments, feel free to share them!

After dying prematurely from an incurable disease, Yuka Hikano finds himself in a mysterious realm filled with endless doors, each concealing divine gifts from powerful deities. He is not alone—others who have met the same fate of death stand beside him, unaware of the trials that await.They are put through various tests and eventually transmigrated into different worlds. But these worlds are nothing like the Earth they once knew.For Yuka, however, this apocalyptic world feels eerily familiar. It is a realm of endless war, devastation, and chaos—a world he once played in a game. Certainly not the kind of place one would wish to be reborn into.From infancy to adulthood, he must gather strength, knowledge, and allies to survive the horrors that lurk ahead. But when he awakens a system granting him a power beyond imagination, he soon realizes that blessings can also be curses.[You have gained Infinite Mana.]Infinite Mana...?What could possibly go wrong?

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…