Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again. - Chapter 436: A dictator in shorts.

Dante is transported to a brutal fantasy world with zero status and no combat ability.[DING!][You have unlocked a unique skill, [Summon Creation]][Ability to summon the 453 characters you have created in all the games you play. Each character retains their original stats, personality and abilities.]Desperate to survive a goblin horde, he reaches for his Level 99 god-slaying Paladin... but his mana is too low.Instead, he summons Shivvy, a Level 3 Rogue he once created for a five-minute task and forgot existed.Dante soon discovers the terrifying truth: All 453 of his summons are fully sentient... carrying the exact personalities, builds, and backstories he designed...And they all revere him as their divine “Creator.”Now, this “Creator” must level up from scratch.Dante must earn enough mana to unlock his summons.And managing the dysfunctional and overpowered family he himself built.

He was supposed to live a quiet life.Elias Clarke is a recessive omega… technically. His heats are rare, his hormones are mild, and his genetic profile is so muted that he could pass for beta. That’s fine with him. At 27, he is halfway through his PhD, teaches engineering part-time, and enjoys the kind of anonymity that keeps him away from the political games of those born with true divine potential.But when his best friend and roommate, Ruoxi Numen, disappears without a trace, Elias becomes the only one asking questions no one wants to answer.Her family, descended from the last god born three hundred years ago, calls it a “private matter.”Her apartment remains untouched, with her jewelry, tablet, and expensive shoes near the door.Then Victor Numen, her older brother who was crippled in a divine accident, reappears in public. Smiling. Watching Elias too closely.Something happened to Ruoxi.And Elias might be the only person who can figure out what.

TW: DARK ROMANCE FANTASY

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He was Chaos, the shattering soul that was deemed to wreak havoc and the cause of thousands of deaths.

Fear was a cloak that engulfed his existence.

He didn’t want anything except to find every piece of his damn soul, until the little white wolf entered his life. He wanted her.

Chaos didn’t care if he had to spill blood more than necessary, still he wanted her.

“You will put yourself in a battle against them,” He said begrudgingly. “Give up the girl.”

Yet, he stared into his eyes and he knew he wouldn’t be able to change his decision, as if it was already written on the stone.

“The girl stays. Touch her and I will show them what Chaos is.”

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It is said that humans only reveal 5% of their DNA. The person you perceive yourself to be and the person others judge you for is determined by this 5%. No one can know what is in the hidden 95%.