Reincarnated as a step-dad in a fantasy world - Chapter 350: Blessed or cursed? (1)

In a world where dungeons are worshipped as divine trials and the System is hailed as a blessing, Beno Mark knows only one truth—everything is a lie.Haunted by the sin of killing his own parents, burdened by guilt, and shattered by the disappearance of his younger brother Renzo Mark in a mysterious Violet Gate, Beno spirals into madness, questioning reality itself. The System, which promises power and salvation, is nothing but a trap, binding the souls of countless hunters. The world itself is not as it seems—vast beyond imagination, hiding secrets that even the gods fear.Yet, Beno refuses to crumble. Driven by obsession and guilt, he awakens the cursed King System, the most forbidden and dominating force ever sealed. As fragments of truth and ancient conspiracies emerge, Beno, alongside Luna, Charles, Raul, and Isabella, begins to unravel the world's true history—a truth that has been hidden for centuries.What is the Violet Gate? Who controls the System? And why was Beno chosen as the vessel of the King of All Beings?The path is clear.Kneel... or Bleed.

His name was Brayden Neal, and he was an ordinary citizen. At eighteen years old, he was bestowed the title of a king!

After ten years of fighting in the northern borders outside the kingdom, he finally returned home. He swore to kill three people the moment he arrived at the capital…

Dying and then meeting a giant God in the image of an Impostor from Among us in the afterlife was certainly something I didn't expect would happen.Getting reincarnated by it, was something I expected even less.And awakening in a world where heroes and villains run rampant, was certainly the cherry on top on this whole matter.But well, nothing I can do about it.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…