The Supreme Satanic System - Chapter 379 The Twelve Princes

“So, you have been lying to me all this time?”She raised her head and realized that the face of her senior brother, one who she knew so well, was unfamiliar and scary.“What are you talking about?” Her senior brother scoffed and shook his finger. “All I can say is that none of you knew who I really am.”He then turned around and walked towards the Sky Throne, a symbol of absolute power.Master Sword Aura, Sea of Flame, Star Light…The dozens of skills that were used to stop the man from approaching the Sky Throne simply bounced off him. All the skills simply vanished into thin air.“No!” Xu Yingling bit her lip and turned to look at An Zhisu and Shi Liuli.They exchanged glances. All the despair, sadness, fear, and even love, were now meaningless. The only thing that was important at the moment was to stop that man.…A cultivation novel. The main character used his cheat ability, Time Travel, to secretly live among all the powerful sects while learning their skills. He eventually managed to gain the power to approach the Sky Throne and become an immortal.However, it seemed that things weren’t going as smoothly as he had planned…”

A struggling businessman on the verge of bankruptcy finds himself drunk one night, only to wake up in the past—specifically, in 1943 London, amidst the chaos of World War II.This is an era of both immense danger and unprecedented opportunity. It is a time when the British Empire, once the unrivaled superpower where the sun never set, is finally witnessing the dusk of its dominion. Meanwhile, the United States is rising to claim the mantle of global leadership, reshaping the world's balance of power.This is the era where everything begins—where old rulers step down and new powers rise to take their place. This is the era where Pierre finds himself, an era filled with the kind of opportunity he never had before. A small, precious chance to rise, to become a giant, to seize the throne of power, to become a ruler, a world hegemon.

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

She was a peerless genius in the 24th Century – all she needed was a silver needle and she could practically bring anyone back from the dead.