Blood Legacy: New World of Doom - Chapter 110: Magic, Mana and Character

A false Sword Saint: Faintly discernible Martial Art and a matchless Sword Art. Killing one man with every ten steps, no traces left behind in ten miles.

A genuine Sword Saint: A deep and resounding bloodline, peerless strength, an inexhaustible power and one chop to destroy the world.

This is the story of a Swords Saint taking the path of a tank who cuts everything down on his path.

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David, reborn into the world of Resident Evil, accidentally killed a reincarnator and activated the system that had always been inactive within him.From that moment on, he embarked on a path of plundering beauties and wealth, traveling across different worlds of movies, games, and anime.In the Saw universe, he seduced and fucked Jigsaw's wife. In the vast Marvel Multiverse, he fucked beauties like Natasha Romanoff and the Scarlet Witch.Even the cosmic entity Phoenix Force couldn't escape his hands.Still not satisfied, he went to the DC world, where he slept with Wonder Woman, the seductive Catwoman, the Queen of the Atlantis Mera, and countless others.But even all of these were merely fleeting moments in his endless journey across the infinite cosmos.With each world, he faced constant challenges, plundered unimaginable resources, and stole away the romantic encounters and wealth that were destined for the so-called male protagonists.“Only children make choices.”“I want everything!!!”

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

After the ‘100-Year War’ between the Necromancers and Priests, an all-time genius who’ll shake the power structure was born. “Am I a rare case or something? Do I have talent?” A potential beyond all imagination. He obtained his father’s undead army and entered the great Necromancer school of Kizen that divided the continent. Geniuses are geniuses, even when gathered among the elites. The research community was flipped on its head by the appearance of a new case. Professors wouldn’t leave him be alone, wanting to make him study directly under them. Officials from all over the kingdom and heads of organizations fidgeted over whether to scout him. “Professor! When can I make a Lich?” “Gimme a break. How talented are you? You’re crossing the line, honestly.” A genius among geniuses had appeared.