Master of the End Times - Chapter 665 - A Passing Mercy

Emir, a 24-year-old man, finds himself reincarnated as a newborn into a post-apocalyptic world of peril and hardship, where monsters and humans fight an unending battle for survival.

He now resides within the very pages of a novel he once read—a narrative fated for a tragic conclusion, a narrative that granted him an early death.

Diving deeper into the realm of hunters, he unravels layers of the tale that far surpass what he once thought of as a simple novel.

He realizes the truth of the massive world he resides in and that he is but a speck of dust under its control.

However, he was at least acquainted with the rules of this captivating game before it fully consumed him.

Now, no longer content with mere survival, he seeks to dominate over the very fabric of this unforgiving universe.

Within its expanse, Ancient Clans, Galactic Federations, and Factions preside over colossal ruins that dwarf the concept of life itself.

He ascends through these entities’ diminished versions as they leave a mark on his journey.

This causes him to grow from the pawn he once was, as he drives himself relentlessly to unravel the boundaries of Aether—the essence that binds their reality—in his pursuit to seize his starless destiny at any cost, earning him the epithet “Prince Of The Fallen.”

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Meet Jon Dare, your everyday's 25 years old whose life changes (ends) when he played the latest installment of Skyrim, "TESV Skyrim FDVR". He overloaded his game with all the mods he could fit together to the point of his brain getting fried. When he opened his eyes, he was in "Honorhall Orphanage" in the city of Riften. He was reincarnated in his favorite game 19 years before the start of the game’s events. Armed with future lore knowledge; full potential in Magic, Combat and Voice; Overpowered Parents and a Cat; the Nord kid will set out from Riften to find himself becoming a Hero way before the start of the game events.

Hey, my luck is pretty good… I have transmigrated into the body of a rich young master!

What’s this? A brat who told him not to look down on others… WHAT?! Did you say that he’s someone of discipline and determination? Why does that sound so familiar?

What’s that? A cripple who came from a fallen clan whose fiancee just broke off the engagement?! Wait a f*cking minute…

Huh?! I’m responsible for his broken engagement? His supposed fiancee seems to be looking at me with a…

Am I the villain of this story?! No, no, no. This won’t do. I’ll suppress them all before they get the chance to mature. I’m not going to commit the same mistakes as those losers in the novels I read in the past!

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Three Souls lay in one body,

One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all.

And He lost it all.

The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world.

A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning.

He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release.

And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself.

And the Third?

The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead.

He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, Yet manipulated Space.

His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body.

His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos.

His enemies were greater than one could count.

His luck is worse than shit.

And Yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above.

He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny.