MTL - The Alternate World Is Too Dangerous: I Hide In Reality And Rule! - Chapter 288 hero out boy

Check out my latest novel: Beyond the Bloodline.◇　◇　◇For billions of years, the gods have stood atop most universes, some being benevolent, while others being malevolent.Suddenly, there was a prophecy.One that foretold the birth of a certain being.The child of a god, born to put an end to the gods.Would the gods really let such a being exist in peace?Obviously Not.Would that being really let the gods mess up his life without retaliation?Definitely Not.This is a telling of that being’s story, as he rises up to fight against the gods who wish to end him, and as he discovers the other powerful entities and horrors that lurk in the vast cosmos.◇　◇　◇WARNING: THE EARLIER CHAPTERS OF THIS STORY ARE CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTENCheck out my other stories from my profile; ' Reincarnated Hero System' & 'Beyond the Bloodline'.

I killed the protagonist.Yeah. He was a real son of a bitch.Noah didn’t just stumble into this mess. He walked straight in—grinning, sword in hand.One day, he wakes up inside his favorite game… as a throwaway side character no one remembers. A complete nobody. But when he figures out who the so-called “main character” is?Some smug, self-righteous psycho.So yeah—he killed him. No regrets.Story over, right?Not exactly.Because this world? It’s got one more player.“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?”Now the story’s off the rails, the world’s gone completely off-script, and Noah’s got a new goal:Steal the hero’s spot. Rewrite the plot. Find out who the hell this other player is. And maybe—just maybe—make this damn story fun for once.

No one knows when the first Clough door appeared. All people know is that a new era began when it was pushed open.Fortresses, sublimators, pillars of star essence, three-dimensional armaments, infinite energy, who can escape the sweeping tide of the times?In the abyss, the reverse realm, the skins, the alien gods, the mad king, the rulers, and the dark creatures, all howl in madness!Inside the black mist, the demons and ghosts crawl forward as a cross-dimensional migration silently brews.