Blood Shaper - Chapter 4Book 5:

Born crippled with a rare disease, abandoned by his indifferent father, and hated to the core by his half-siblings, Xylen’s life was nothing but a tragedy.His mother died searching for a cure, and the only person who ever cared for him was cruelly taken away.Betrayed. Schemed against. Left with no way out.Lured into playing Fallen Realm Online with the promise of earning money for treatment, he fought desperately, doing nothing but living in the game and failing over and over again—only to be killed by his half-siblings right before completing a crucial quest. His reward stolen. His last hope shattered.With nothing left to lose, he ended his own life in the real world… only to wake up on the day the game was released.Armed with future knowledge, Xylen vows to seize this second chance. He will become stronger. He will protect the only person who ever mattered. And he will make those who wronged him pay.But fate had other plans.Instead of a normal start, he is forced into a demon fief as a baron—with an uncle who wants him dead. If he fails to kill his uncle and defend his land, his character will die, and he will be permanently banned. Worse, he is given a race despised by both NPCs and players—and given a class that should not exist.A mystery, fearsome, and despised character to the world. Feared by gods and demons alike. A walking catastrophe in the making.Yet, the more he learns about his new power, the more he realizes…This is no curse. This is his greatest weapon.And when the world finally learns the truth about Fallen Realm Online?Xylenia will be the name that shakes reality itself.

In a world where any normal human could create elements at will, Aziel Mateo came into life and was left in an orphanage.Humans from this world were granted magic by the universe when they turned fifteen years old. These blessed magic users served under the twelve gods.Aziel Mateo, a kid without visible talent found that he also couldn't do magic as he wasn't blessed by the universe.He decided to train himself in order to fill the gap between magic users and himself. However, he still found himself lacking, as the magic users can become stronger with their magic.Aziel Mateo later got admitted in the Academy but felt like an outsider, always being bullied, and rediculed constantly. Still, he continued his training in the shadows, slowly but surely he rose up to the ranks of the strong students without using magic.When everything seem to finally going his way, he was ambushed during their training camp, and left there to be eaten by a beast.However, this tragic event forever altered the course of his life in a positive way.Aziel Mateo survived that ambush and was brought into a cave where he saw a woman, introducing him the magic chest that was full of magic scrolls. The scrolls that contained forgotten arcane knowledge for magic.The woman revealed herself as a goddess who was betrayed. She helped Aziel become stronger for a cause. She needs his help in getting vangeance, in getting the justice that she deserves.Aziel Mateo obtain the ancient arcane powers, and become stronger that he didn't thought he could attain, not even in his imaginations.

I became the villain in the story of a hero.

So I was about to quit after fighting the main character.

But she’s obsessed with me. Why…?

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”