The Guardians' Throne - The First Magic Swordsman - Chapter 392 - Why?

Leo had a problem. Don't be like Leo!It wasn't that he was poor. It wasn't that he was unlucky. It was that he had been cursed, or blessed by the Accidental Tycoon System.The rules were deceptively simple. Any money he lost on an investment would be returned to him, doubled. And any money he gained, aside from system reimbursement couldn't be used by him on himself.His life's new mission was crystal clear. He had to go bankrupt.In a high-tech world of S-Rank Heroes, magic, and newly-contacted alien civilizations, this should have been the easiest thing to achieve in the galaxy. He just had to become the biggest, most spectacular loser the universe had ever seen.So, he tried. Oh, how he tried...He threw billions at publishing a dungeon guide written by a 10-year-old. The maps were in crayon, and it listed the final boss as a Big Grumpy Badger.[Breaking: New S-Rank dungeon called 'The Whispering Labyrinth' appears! All high-tech mapping drones fail. A lost F-Rank porter used the crayon guide... and it's 100% accurate. The final boss is a 50-foot divine badger. The Galactic Union has declared the guide a 'holy text' for exploration!]He bought the galaxy's most useless moon, planning to build a 'Museum of Paint'.[Alert: Ancient magical ley-lines discovered under the moon's surface! It's the only place in the universe that can safely grow the 'Star-Lotus,' the key ingredient for immortality!]To the Intergalactic Hero's Guild, the Magic Academies, and the Alien Federations, Leo was the god of investment whose every move was like 5D chess that ordinary people couldn't understand.Heroes would soar with his sponsorship. Alien emperors offered him their daughters' hands in marriage for a single 'tip'.But Leo just stared at his bank account, which now displayed his wealth that he couldn't use on himself, with tears streaming down his face.“Please,” he cried, “I'm trying to fail! Why won't you just let me be poor?!”

King of RuinBy Moses OnojeghwoIn a world teetering on the edge of destruction, Kol Vaelros walks the thin line between salvation and damnation. Once feared as a harbinger of chaos, he has returned—his power barely restrained, his past shrouded in blood and mystery. But something darker stirs within him, a force he can no longer ignore.Lisa Everhart has spent her life haunted by visions of a terrifying future—one where Kol stands at the center of devastation. Torn between fate and her own growing feelings for him, she must decide whether to fight against destiny or embrace it, even if it means betraying the one she swore to save.As ancient enemies rise and the cursed awaken, Kol’s past comes hunting for him. His long-lost siblings emerge from the shadows, determined to stop the monster they believe he has become. But the true enemy is lurking just beyond sight—an entity far more dangerous than any prophecy foretold.With time running out, Kol must face the truth: Is he the savior of this broken world… or its ultimate destroyer?When the final battle comes, will he stand against the darkness—or become it?The war for his soul has begun.The King of Ruin is a gripping dark fantasy filled with epic battles, haunting prophecies, and the struggle between power and redemption. Fans of Solo Leveling and Jujutsu Kaisen will be drawn into this intense tale of fate, betrayal, and unstoppable force.

He was able to repeatedly reincarnate due to the effect of the Nine Lives Reincarnation Spell, which allowed him to have nine lives. After defeating the Hell-Blood Demon who drove the entire murim to chaos, the patriarchs of the Seven Great Clans betrayed him and killed him. Following that, he was reincarnated for the ninth time as Baek Mu-Gun. Now, his last journey across murim begins.

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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…