I Am Such An Expert; Why Do I Have To Take In Disciples - Chapter 447 - Do You Remember? You Were Once a Man Who Dared to Love and Hate!

In a world yearning for grand adventure, a soul, weary of mundane existence, is ripped from his reality and thrust into the nascent era of One Piece.Reborn as Dracula D. Alucard, he finds himself in a surprisingly tranquil time, a quiet before the storm of the Great Pirate Era. But within him, a chilling truth awakens: an unyielding immortality.His mere presence shatters the calm, birthing the terrifying legend of an unkillable monster.Even Gol D. Roger, the soon-to-be Pirate King, is left in bewildered disbelief: “I don't understand; that sword thrust clearly hit his vitals.”The mighty Whitebeard acknowledges a new horror: “That man is a monster even harder to kill than Kaido!”The World Government, driven to utter despair, can only lament: “We've assassinated him successfully thousands of times. Why is he still alive?!”And the legendary Marine Hero, Garp, simply quips, “Kaido? I think that guy killed him...”For Alucard, however, this endless defiance of death is merely a perplexing fact, or perhaps, a casual game.“What's the big deal?” he asks, a faint, almost innocent tilt to his head, as if genuinely puzzled by their consternation. “Killing me is simple. Just stab my heart about eight million more times.”As the world stands on the precipice of an age of grand dreams and unfettered ambition, what fate awaits the eternal devil who cannot die, doomed to wander a sea that promises everything but an end?

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”

“….Krische-sama, are you not afraid of killing people?”

“……? No. After all, it doesn’t hurt Krische.”

Although gifted with the talent to do anything with ease, the girl lacked empathy.

In her world, there is only loss and profit. No goodwill, no love.

Inhumanly recognizing cold, mathematical logic as everything, she looks at everything in the world through calculating lens.

Return given profit with profit, loss with loss.

The girl was undoubtedly pure, yet undeniably abnormal—

Her favorite things are cooking, food, and being pampered.

Her specialty is mu*der.

—- This is the story of a slightly unhinged girl being surrounded by kind and loving people, and her journey to find happiness.

Everything in this world is under the power of laws. Abided by the law of Heavens and kept everything in an order. But, there are some exceptional cases where destinies are written like a vacant book. No order, no rules; everything is designed from choices we made and make. More like a chess and chess board. Here, this is the story where the destiny keep playing like a chess and the events like chess pieces and moves. The more you go, the more you be enlighten. The less you go, the less complexity will be.When story begins there will be choices and the choices are hidden but driven by the events, slowly leads to the destiny. 'Kiaria' a character who becomes route and initiator of destiny. Let us see where this destiny guides to.The story is not written in a character POV, instead in a witness style. You can feel everything happens right in front of you.Authors Note:Published in other platformshttps://jadescrolls.com/novel/era-of-destinyhttps://www.royalroad.com/fiction/134942/era-of-destiny