God of Crime - Chapter 133 - Traces of the Mask #3

The world of Wageah was vast. It was filled with ancient magic, fallen gods, legendary mages, and exciting adventures.Earthlings summoned there gained godlike power.Zeus, Odin, Count Dracula, the Monkey King. All of them were humans who returned from Wageah and became legends on Earth.But my class and I, who were summoned to Wageah?We were enslaved.We were used, discarded, and left to die.But fate gave me another chance.I woke up as a newborn on Earth with all my memories intact. And soon after…[Awakening Supreme God's Treasure: Shadow][System Boot Successful]I gained strongest weapon in existence. [Shadow]. The treasure of the Supreme God.This time, I’ll grow stronger from the cradle. And when I return to Wageah—I won’t be a slave.I’ll be the shadow that devours the gods.

In the year 3000, the Earth shattered and it was torn open by a rift between realms that unleashed ancient beasts, magical chaos, and apocalyptic storms. Civilization crumbled, giving rise to a brutal new law: Tame or be Torn Apart. Beast Tamers, bonded to mutated and other creatures now rule what remains of the world through strength, savagery, and guild-driven power.Kelvin, a scavenger scraping by in the ruins, lives in the shadow of these warlords until he unearths Xerion, the End-Tyrant, a legendary primordial beast sealed beneath the earth. Bound by a forgotten bloodline and a cursed contract, Kelvin inherits the Sigil of the Overlord, thrusting him into a war-torn world where survival is no longer enough.He was hunted by guilds, worshipped by outcasts, and pursued by enemies both human and monstrous, Kelvin must rise from nothing to either unite or destroy what’s left of civilization. As forbidden powers awaken and ancient truths unravel, one man and his beast stand poised to reshape the fate of a world teetering on the edge of annihilation.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.

Elaine Monroe never meant to fall in love with him. She never meant for her heart to betray her like this. But as she watches him stand beside another, hand resting on the waist of the woman he’s meant to be with, she wonders if she was always destined to be the outsider.“You knew,” she says, voice barely above a whisper. “You knew how I felt.”His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t deny it. He never does.“It wouldn’t have changed anything,” he finally says.She laughs bitterly. “I know.”Loving him was always impossible. He belonged to someone else. To his family’s expectations. To a future where Elaine had no place.“Forget whatever you think you feel,” he tells her, voice firm, but there’s something unspoken in his eyes—something that makes it hurt even more. “It will never happen.”And yet, his gaze lingers, just for a second too long.Then there’s her best friend—the one who stands beside her when the world turns its back. The one who sees her pain without asking.“You don’t have to do this to yourself,” he says, handing her his jacket on a cold night. “You deserve more than waiting for someone who will never be yours.”She wants to believe him. She wants to move forward. But some loves are impossible to forget. Some wounds never truly heal. And some desires, no matter how forbidden, refuse to die._____“loving him best decision i ever made” Elaine“you are my world”