The Child Emperor - Chapter 12: Assassin

A cursed CD game falls from the sky. I boot it up, build a ridiculously handsome villain with broken talents, and just as I hit “Start”—boom, I get electrocuted.Now I’ve reincarnated as Lucien Caelum Valebrandt, a six-year-old noble and the infamous villain who helped the Abyssians win the last war.Every 500 years, the Abyssian King is reborn. But when the 16 chosen heroes of this generation lost against the battle of the Abyssian King because of my character, the Goddess panicked—and rewound time.Now those same heroes remember everything… and they want me dead.Even though I just got here.All I wanted was to play a game. Now I’m the villain blamed for destroying the world.

Lu Mingshu had never believed in fate.

Leo used to be an affluent rich young master, who fell in love with a foreign beauty and after a night of passion, they got pregnant. The young man returned home to discuss the issue with his family only to be struck by a tragedy that changed his life completely.After eight months of laying in the bed like a vegetable, he woke up because the Almighty Father System selected him as a host. From then on, Leo's life changed once more, but this time, it was not the world that flipped him over, but he was the one who flipped the world upside down.Would you like to read about the story of a vegetable rising from the brink of death and becoming into a godly existence who slayed gods, and demons only so that he could bring a smile to his daughter's face? Come along then.

“W-w-w-welcome to the simulation zone.”“New user recognized.”“Proceeding to register...”“Please wait...”“Register complete.”“Welcome, user number 4956: Evan Rotewed.”In a world of mana, those without reserves for it gets left behind. Rules and regulations are set to categorize everything into neat piles, each promising the highest potential a person with mana can get. Starting his life at the rock bottom, Evan Rotewed swore he will rise above it all, even if he had to break the ironclad system the entire world holds close to its chest. Wave a hand to the broken reflection beyond the mirror of ones and zeroes. System Discord.