Grace of a Wolf - Chapter 135: Lyre: Her Game (IV)

Being given a chance and reincarnated is nice and all, yet why do I have to become that male friend who just watches the protagonist flirting with his harem?---World: Kaguya-sama: Love Is War - Hyouka ----

Le Xia traveled to the Marvel world. He was born ordinary, but after encountering a dilapidated bronze box, his life was destined to be extraordinary.

“Put on the holy clothes and protect the love and justice on the earth!”

The moment he touched the box, these words were imprinted into his soul.

Whether it’s evil spirits in the dark, covets in the starry sky, or “gods” who regard all living beings as playthings, all evils that try to disturb the peace of this land will face the justice of the saints.

When the golden holy clothes reflected the dazzling starlight and the white cloak fluttered without wind, the legend of the Saint Seiya began to spread throughout the Marvel universe.

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Cale Virel was just a normal office worker.He was bored and tired of his life, waiting for it to end.And then—Bam!One night, two robbers targeted him!And instead of surrendering, he fought back!Though, in the middle of doing so—PHUCK!He got stabbed and died...He didn't regret it though.After all, he's not really afraid of death anymore.And so...He rested in peace..........Or so he thought!Cale Virel—“Huh? What the fuck?”He woke up as a young slave named Kaiser in a different world!And given another life he didn't ask for again—“Fuck this shit!”Cale, or should I say—Kaiser—“Ugh, whatever.”Decided to live it... By just doing whatever he feels like until he dies.

The person who was locked away inside the thorn-covered tower was not a princess, but a witch who employed the powers of darkness.

A brave young hero came searching for the tower in order to kill the witch.

– Light would force the darkness to recede, and grant it eternal rest

The witch wished.

That things would end with, ‘and the hero lived happily ever after killing the witch,’ like in the fairy tales.

And so, she had devised everything to happen in accordance to her wishes.

But the boy, who had grown up in but no time at all, would make the unfamiliar face of man’s from time to time.

“You want me to kill you? ……Do you really think I’ll let you go?”

Reality was very different from the fairy tales.

“The people don’t know of the precious treasure locked away in the tower.

I won’t let anyone else have this god given treasure, this crown of god surrounded by thorns that no one else could recognize.”

The hero gave the witch a slow and deep kiss.

“I am the true victor, and no one else.”