MTL - Trafford’s Trading Club - Chapter 2873 Red King Sacrifice (Part 1)

The signs were there. No one listened.Fifty years ago, a child was born with a prophecy etched into his mind:[The Ones Beyond seek the world and its Sparks.]He was not alone.Across the world, children followed—each carrying the same vision, each driven to madness by glimpses of a future no one believed in.They screamed warnings. They were ignored. Locked away. Buried.Then the world ended.The planet trembled.The galaxy convulsed.The universe fractured.Dimensional Gates tore open. Monsters emerged. Reality evolved.Survival became a privilege.—Uriel is a death row inmate, condemned for crimes that ensured the world would never mourn him.On the night of his execution, a stranger appears—calm, composed, and impossibly out of place.“I come from the future.”And with him, a way out.Not salvation. Not redemption.A bargain.Because no gift from fate comes without a cost.“Let’s make a deal.”

Riser traveled to the world of novels and became a villain. The first thing he does when he transmigrates is to retire from the engagement!I've seen this kind of villain routine in several novels, I didn't expect to experience it myself. Even so, I have to survive in this brainless novel world.But what happened next surprised Riser.Rias: “Riser, do you know the difference between you and the stars?”Riser asked in confusion. “What's the difference?”Rias: “Stars are in the sky, but you're in my heart!”Riser: “.... (Something is wrong with this woman. What about protagonist? What about the plot? As heroine, why don't you have any self-awareness!)”Grayfia: “Riser, you have helped me many times. If you want, I can promise you my body and heart.”Riser: “Cough, cough! That's an interesting idea. What about your fiancé?”Grayfia: “Fiancé? You mean Issei? I never recognized him as my fiancé. I hate him.”Looking at the heroines who were sucking up to him and ignoring protagonist, Riser felt very tired.“Sorry protagonist, these heroines don't want to be with you. Why not find another woman out there?”Seeing the heroines with villain, protagonist angry and vomits blood.Riser had no other choice but to bully protagonist to death.

Theme: World Creation, Gods, Mixed

Matthias died and became something that he least expected.

”I.. Am God?“

Join Matthias as he travel through galaxies and create all things.

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What would you do if you suddenly gained a power that no mortal man could hope to achieve?

What would you do if all creation suddenly bowed to your power and glory that only lofty Emperors could have?

Heaven and Hell submits to your power, The Immortal Realm fears your existence, The Mortal realm bows before your presence.

Would you like for all the realms to bow and praise even your shadow? All gods to bow before you? The Earthly Kings and Heavenly Rulers to sonorously chant your glorious name?

Or would you like to live the life of mortal men that are doomed to die? Understand poverty and loftiness? Powerfulness and powerlessness? Comprehend knowledge that arrogant gods wouldn't be able to?

Or would you like both?

Join him as he tries to live a life of a True God, Ruler of Creation.

”Are gods the greatest existence in all of the cosmos? No. Why? Gods are only worshipped by mortals who couldn't reach their power. Gods will be powerless in front of true power. They would be powerless in front of me.“

A software engineer in his original world, Wayne enters the Chosen Land as a third-rate detective, running an agency on the verge of bankruptcy with nothing but potatoes filling his stomach. Just as he’s getting tired of potatoes, though, fate comes knocking in the form of a pretty girl, a burly man, and a cat. He’s led into a brand new world within this world, which is already foreign to him. Thus begins his adventure of intrigues and mysteries, with a healthy dose of misunderstandings and other shenanigans.Official Blurb:Morning. The light of dawn arrived late, and the lingering radiance of the sun had already faded into darkness. In the city covered in a thin layer of mist, in the church hidden in shadows, in the veins crawling along the walls, amid the noises of gnawing and the whispering silhouettes… a lone figure walked with a lantern.