MTL - Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat - Chapter 287 Invite the Secretary of the Air Force to have tea

Dr Dalton Wyatt, a world renowned Scientist and Inventor is transmigrated to the body of a high school student Dalton Wyatt who committed suicide due to unfortunate circumstances and complicated life.

“I... I am a mere villain in a novel!?”A handsome male asked the void but received no answer, his face filled with shock as he awoke from sleep; the date again told him it was the 7th of July 2035, the day his fiancée would ask to break their engagement.Suddenly his mind was assaulted by various memories, strange events and occurrences ending with his death.“What are these memories? Why the hell do I act so pathetically when around these women!?”He rose from the velvet sheets, his tall body standing at the window, wearing nothing but his magnificent, well-trained birthday suit.“Never again! That damn guy can have them all! I quit!”[Supreme Villain System Installing]“NO! I don't want it!”[Error... System rejected by the host!]“Good...”[Supreme Netori System Installing!]“Oi...! No... Stop! I don't want to submit my control and will!!”The handsome male began to slam his head against the solid stone wall, the impact causing his brain to rattle, blood seeping down his forehead.[System.....Error]“I won't submit!” He roared; the morning maid stunned outside his door as he smashed his head against the wall, each blow causing his vision to grow blurrier and his muscles to spasm.[Netori... Error....]“Haha... I won! Screw you!”[Idiot]“Eh?”A sudden jolt of lightning shot from the ceiling, zapping the handsome male's brain as he fell to the ground, his body shuddering in silence.“Ngh!?”[I would never control you... Here, take these little gifts. I'll go mess with those skanks that hurt you][Do your best, Amon]But Amon finds nothing is simple when dealing with years of feelings and supreme beings.Can he escape the fate of a villain's death, or will the deep shackles of his past lives bind him?Watch as he surpasses them all, stepping over other villains like ants and crushing the heroes to become the supreme Villain.

When the land was occupied by demons, people had no choice but to flee to the sky. After transmigration, Ricky found that he had become the City Lord of a Sky City. He quickly became familiar with this new world and established a clear direction for survival, which was to resolutely engage in farming (kingdombuilding)! He would farm (kingdombuilding) diligently, develop vigorously, and then gallop through the skies. If anyone disagrees, then launch a great sky battle. Or a war!

Life from birth has been nothing but hell. I lost my parents to some stupid aristocrats whom they offended. Executed for no good reason.

My relatives abandoned me and pushed me aside. They feared for their lives and left me and my sister to starve and wander the streets alone!

No, this is worse than hell!

I watched my sister die of starvation. Her lips were dry and her feet bloody. Her nails were broken and her fingers riddled with cuts. She struggled in my hands and after a few seconds of struggle she passed away. She seemed joyful in death so I prayed mine will come just as swift and merciful as hers.

So I stayed in the alleyway, alone with her rotten corpse awaiting my fate for God knows how long. I could see it already. The darkness encroaching from all sides

Everyone said death is scary but I say it’s the end! Who needs life after death? What is the need for reincarnation?

Who would want to return to this crazy world?

“It’s not yet time for you to go… You have one more task to accomplish as my host” A voice called out to me.

I could barely see or speak but how can I miss such a beautiful face? It was an extremely handsome man who gazed at me with tender eyes.

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“Haven’t I suffered enough? Can’t I just rest?” I cried out. Why would I want to stay back in such a cruel world?

“Don’t you want to avenge the death of your parents? Don’t you want to become something greater? I can make that happen!” The beautiful man said with an alluring voice.

“You… Who are you?” I asked with an anxious heart.

My parents always said God is the only one who cares about me! Maybe in my final hours, he has come to save me.

“Call me Death…”