Stand User in Marvel Universe - Chapter 140

In this world, some say, the truth and the legends are the same. One such legend belonged to the protagonist, Valerian.

Valerian was an orphan, a boy blessed with a beautiful face, and everyone around him, could not help but want to play with him, till one day a prophet passing through their town pronounced him to be cursed.

Since that day, the destiny of the boy seemed to have changed completely, he was shunned by everyone around him, and the gazes that were earlier filled with love and affection, now brimmed with disgust and hatred.

The constant shunning and humiliation made the cheerful child grow up to be bitter and inexpectant. On his seventh birthday, things changed once again.

This time, it was not the people around him who went through a change, but himself. As he grew up, Valerian became a legend in his own sense.

The people sang of a boy, who could not speak, they shed tears for a boy, who could not grieve. He came from nowhere yet he was known everywhere.

Would you like to know this legend? A story where a curse can become a blessing? A story of sacrifice, betrayal, determination, and secrets.

“I was ripped into this world against my will, so anyone who gets in my way from going back home... I'll show no mercy.”…Deklan is a renowned high school bully born with the unique impulse to do bad things.But he turned his life around.He and his father agreed to change for the better after spiraling into depression following the death of Deklan's mother. Instead of bullying, Deklan watched gory horror movies to suppress his impulse, and it worked.It worked so well that the impulse was essentially gone, replaced by an obsessive love of horror movies.Fate, however, played a cruel twist on him.He died.But death wasn’t the end; he was transmigrated into another world.In a world where the metaphysical realm bled into the tangible reality, a world where Ghosts were real, Deklan must find a way to go back home. And if the only way to go home was to become invincible by taming all ghosts first, then so be it.Fortunately, his newfound hobby gave him a powerful blessing.“You don’t scare me. Your face is so generic that at least a hundred horror movies starred you.”“System, this ghost is strong... Use Agna the Red Scarecrow Persona!”“This ghost is fast... use that persona!”“This ghost is so tough... use the other persona!”Others can only assimilate with one Ghost or none. Deklan? He can assimilate them all.Will Deklan be able to become invincible and go back home to reunite with his father, or was his transmigration more than meets the eye? Even if he can, with a fight for survival in every corner, will he come back the same person?

In the house, there is an adorably mischievous sweet wife, she is cunning and sly yet delicate.She can be dominant, submissive, or a lolita; adorable, mature, or quirky.She is witty and lively, tearing apart scumbag men and women with ease.The spring breeze gently blows for ten miles, the time is right, and I love you~When she picked up her intelligence again, she found everything had changed.When she discarded her soft-heartedness, she realized she could no longer be hurt.When she rolled up her sleeves, ready to work hard, she found that the aloof male god had entangled himself with her.He said affectionately, “All you need to do is behave, let me handle the scums.”

My name is Tim, or it was until I died. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, no white room to choose any cheats from, nor was there any meeting with God.

I didn’t die heroically while saving someone, and I certainly didn’t get hit by a truck. My death was rather stupid and anticlimactic, I had apparently bumped my head while sleeping and passed away...

That should have been the end of the road for me, but like many self-proclaimed main characters, I joined the army of multi-dimensional travelers and was reincarnated.

Being an avid light novel and manga reader, I would have been excited about the opportunity, if not for my new siblings, who tried to kill me as soon as I was born, or for my mother, who seemed to have a thing for throwing me off cliffs. And let’s not forget my murderous father, who forced me to flatten a small country as my Rite of passage.

Oh, did I mention I was reborn as a Dragon?

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