Honkai Star Rail: I Create Mobile Games! - Chapter 327: The Knight Bus

What happens if a 21-year-old who was looked down upon, bullied, and tortured even by his own family since a small age and in the end, left to die...gets power? Power to change his and even others' reality?

Beaten, tortured, and cast aside by his own family, Luke finds himself sold for his organs at the end of his life.

However, that was not his end, as the mysterious encounter he had two years prior to his death awakened something in him.

Yes, it was a system. A reality system!

Watch “Arkhen” as he turns into a Tyrant after rebirth and change his and others' reality!

Revenge? Check.

Op powers? Check.

PP size? Check.

Dominating MC, who follows his desire like a tyrant and grows? CHECK!

#The thirty-ninth time embarked on the journey of attacking the Lord God#

——”The Lord God is like a flower on a high mountain, and it can only be seen from a distance.”

The soft, waxy and clean women’s clothing boss gently tugged at the corner of her clothes, “Sister, I can’t sleep without you.”

——”The Lord God will always be high in my heart.”

The sickly and beautiful prince said softly and lazily, “If you don’t marry me, choose the one you like with these handcuffs and shackles.”

——”In short, the heart of the Lord God is pure and flawless!”

The fox demon boy slightly curled the corners of his lips, his nine tails curled slightly, and hooked up softly: “I will treat you very well, think about it?”

“…………”

It’s all small scenes, don’t panic! ⊙﹏⊙∥

- Description from novelbuddy

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”