I've Become the King of Villains in the Game - Chapter 413 - 279 City Garden Grand Theater

Empires rise and fall on the Yulan Continent. Saints, immortal beings of unimaginable power, battle using spells and swords, leaving swathes of destruction in their wake. Magical beasts rule the mountains, where the brave – or the foolish – go to test their strength. Even the mighty can fall, feasted on by those stronger. The strong live like royalty; the weak strive to survive another day.

“Keep it in your mouth… Swallow it… Baby, be good…“

For every misfortune there shall lay some fortune. For every debt there shall lay a debtor. For every karma there shall lay some result. The Cosmos follows only one rule-

The law of equivalent exchange!

Reven Greh, an orphan, a guy who wanted nothing more than a family and a life of a normal human being. His misfortune being born on the Earth riddled with World Wars. Lost all hope until one day someone shows him light. His father Aarav Greh who adopts him.

He aspired to have a happy life with his father but the World demanded something else. Humans didn't have humanity left inside them. They were monsters hungry for more war to satisfy their greed.

But...

All this changed on that day when it began...

'The Lunar Doom' which changed humanity and their destiny. The World changed, the era changed. Humans adopted to the new world to resist, to fight and to not give in to their greed.

Follow this journey of Reven to the beyond.

Join us!!!

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Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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