Path of Alchemy Mastery - Chapter 402 - 405: Headshot

“A Villain is just someone whom the Hero failed to save at the end.”[WSA ENTRY 2024]________________________'Huh, I recognize this window.' A boy muttered staring at the interface in front of him.After being shot to death because of helping an old man, a teenager is brought to life by the Goddess of the Void, Zephyra.He is given the choice to reincarnate and kill the hero after he annihilates the Ghouls in the world of the very novel he loves.Torn between the choice to transmigrate or follow the flow of life and death, the boy chooses to take his second chance at life along with the power that is granted as a gift to him by the Goddess.As he traverses the world in the new body of Amon Ashford - a character who was never supposed to exist and his past unknown-, he has to use his knowledge of the future to the best of his ability.Will he follow the Goddess's orders or will he carve his own path?

A veteran gamer finds himself in a world similar to the game he played.You say you need to learn skills by leveling up? Sorry, I already know all of them.You say you have to meditate to level up? Sorry, I only need to fight monsters for that.

What happens if a 21-year-old who was looked down upon, bullied, and tortured even by his own family since a small age and in the end, left to die...gets power? Power to change his and even others' reality?

Beaten, tortured, and cast aside by his own family, Luke finds himself sold for his organs at the end of his life.

However, that was not his end, as the mysterious encounter he had two years prior to his death awakened something in him.

Yes, it was a system. A reality system!

Watch “Arkhen” as he turns into a Tyrant after rebirth and change his and others' reality!

Revenge? Check.

Op powers? Check.

PP size? Check.

Dominating MC, who follows his desire like a tyrant and grows? CHECK!

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.