Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate - Chapter 170: Rust and Arrogance

Naoki's big brother revealed that he is an infinite regressor. He broke the cycle and came to Earth to guide him to the world where he is destined to rule. He also revealed a prophecy, that Naoki is the destined one.After that, Naoki reincarnated as Aether von Noctvain, heir to one of the Seven Great Families of the Empire.However, as he begins to uncover hidden truths, he discovers that the prophecy was a lie, crafted by Celestial beings who feared his brother's power.Enraged, he vowed to avenge his brother. Even as a mere mortal, he killed a demi-god. As punishment for killing a celestial being, his mana was sealed.Soon after, his own companions betrayed him. The entire world turned against him, branding him a heretic who rebelled against divinity.They even killed his family and his fiancée.Through an ancient relic, Aether is sent back in time. This time, he will make everyone pay, He will strip their skin away with cruelty, fueled by madness.“I swear, I will raise those I cherish to heights no god can reach and drag every traitor screaming into hell,Even if it drives me past the edge of madness.”Let vengeance walk beside insanity.Let sanity shatter.The gods spoke of salvation, but offered only chains. butThey miscalculated one thing:Aether von Noctvain does not beg fate.He is the hand that will make fate bleed.

“Keep it in your mouth… Swallow it… Baby, be good…“

grains of sand slipping through my fingers.All I had left was my name: Clark.Enjoy reading it!

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