Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen - Chapter 423 - : Secret Plan

After all, transmigrators of this era were no simple matter. Some became slimes, others turned into treasure chest monsters, and some were even reduced to mere skull--such things were all commonplace.It was nothing more than playing a villain, Shiayar didn't care. Wasn't it only natural to pay some price to become stronger?[Destined Great Villain System][“Let this world feel the agony!”][Newcomer Mission: Let the young and naive Grand Duke's daughter of the Azure Garden Dukedom, Miss Silvia, experience the betrayal of her loved ones and, amidst the pain and despair, complete her transformation and rebirth.]

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”

It’s a story that happened long, long ago, in a continent far, far away, about gods and mortals, sword and magic, war and peace, and of course love and hatred.

Amon was a poor miner’s son in a remote town in the kingdom of Hittite. Along with the discovery of a marvelous gem, his fate was changed. People on this land called it Gods’ Tear. But wait, what were the gods? It was said that the gods created the world. Then who created the gods?

Forced by the tantalizing fate, Amon had to struggle to find out the truth behind this world of magic and gods……

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“Special Admission, Rank 1.”That was the title on the golden invitation I threw into the trash three months ago.Back then, I was the Crime Lord of Oakhaven. I had money, territory, and an ego that touched the sky. Why would a King lower himself to attend a school?I was arrogant. I was foolish.And I paid the price.It took less than an hour for a single knight to turn my criminal empire into a graveyard. He didn't just defeat me; he ignored me. I was an ant beneath the boot of a god.Broken and desperate, I used my last asset: a golden letter granting me entry to Zenith Imperial Academy as “Special Admission Rank 1.”It’s a lie. I’m not a prodigy. I’m a fraud with no foundation, surrounded by the strongest heirs in the Empire who want to see me bleed. I can’t cast their spells. I can’t hold their weapons.But I can steal their lives.My Authority is [Usurper]. While they study theory, I steal reflexes. While they practice honor, I copy trauma. I am not here to learn. I am here to hunt.My targets are the “Four Calamities”—four women who hold powers strong enough to rewrite reality.They think I’m their peer. They don’t know I’m the parasite waiting to hollow them out.I’m going to make them mine.Discord: https://discord.gg/FK9GfrSjtb