I Opened a Café in Another World. - Volume 1, Extra: The encounter of a young boy. Part 4

A chilling air swept across the desert as a figure in a black cloak and obsidian crown walked toward the advancing army of House Elyria.With a raise of his hand, the sun turned black, plunging the battlefield into darkness. The wind ripped away the sand, revealing an ocean of skulls, and from it, thousands of undead surged, surrounding the army.Blood spilled, and with each death, the army grew—undead rising even before their bodies hit the ground. The figure stepped onto the shoulder of a massive giant, its molten eyes burning as it crushed entire squads with a single swing.As the black sun set, only the general remained. Kneeling, he glared.“You think this will go unanswered? House Elyria is one of the strongest forces on the continent!”The figure smirked. “Your House will answer soon enough. I’ll be visiting it tonight.”With a wave, the undead surged, swallowing him whole.--After his death in an accident, Roye awakens in the midst of a dark sacrificial ritual, surrounded by hundreds of lifeless corpses inside the body of Roye Valdrin—a disowned noble, the forgotten younger brother of a ruthless villainess, and the discarded ex-fiancé of a destined heroine.Worse yet, he has transmigrated into the world of Valoria, a dark fantasy realm where humanity began reclaiming its place on the surface only eight hundred years ago, after living underground for millennia with no idea why they were forced to hide in the first place.A world where gods and ancient emperors still influence the living from their graves.A world where politics run amok.A world where evil hearts and questionable morality lurk beneath a beautiful facade.Could he even survive in such a brutal world?Core Bloodline Acquired—Special Inheritance Gained: Apostle of Death.(Rank- Unknown)Roye doesn’t know if he will survive, but he knows one thing: he’ll do whatever it takes. Messing with the plot, killing main characters—nothing is off-limits.If the world wants to destroy him, he’ll burn it down first.

“We campaigned for a century, prevailing against all obstacles. The sole exception being the Marshal, who could not be defeated…… the military fame of the Marshal endures, yet the Alliance has been utterly crushed. From this day forth, all the glory belongs to the Marshal, himself.”

As the Alliance government that stood for a thousand years crumbled, the Galactic Empire rose into power. The supreme military leader of the Alliance, Gavin Silla, refused to surrender and chose to fight to the death for his nation.

“Your Majesty, in the Age of Old Earth, mint blossoms were believed to be an omen for reunion. In the language of flowers, it means—

—hoping to see you once more.”

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“I, Lethia Ashcroft, accept your rejection, soon-to-be Clown Alpha of the Rotten Obsidian Pack, as my ungrateful mate. May your divorced life find its hellhole.”*****Year 2666.Werewolves and their kin have long embraced civilization, seamlessly blending into the high-tech world alongside humans.It is the year Lykon Haven hosts its once-in-seven-year event to select a new leader—one who will govern the shifting dynamics of werewolf packs across the country.It is also the year Lethia Ashcroft faces the ultimate humiliation when her mate, her husband, rejects her because of the infidelity she never committed.It cost her the inheritance she and her late father had worked so hard for.When she tries to flee exile while pregnant, she is caught in an accident—one that leaves her possessed by a seductive spirit fox.The creature needs a vessel to ignite her beads and, in exchange, grants Lethia the power to protect her unborn child.But that untamed spirit entangles her with three dangerously irresistible Lycans from Lykon Haven—men who have severed themselves from the fated mate bond.A stoic, protective doctor.A brooding, dominant businessman.A charming, playful celebrity.All Lethia wants is to reclaim what was rightfully hers and live a peaceful and comfortable life, alone with her baby. And she must get it—no matter what.But the mischievous Moon Goddess seems to take great pleasure in twisting her fate.

I don’t know why I die, I don’t know why I live.

Divided hunters die of loyalty,

The witch who plays with emotions dies of love,

Cautious fortune-tellers die of trust.

The thief who steals everything has nothing,

The visionary who created everything never existed.

The traveler fell on his way home,

The twilight giants rest before dawn.

Lawyers sacrifice for order,

Judges forget the law.

The sleepless sleeps in the dark,

The corpse collector lay in the coffin.

We are guardians, and a bunch of poor creatures who are constantly fighting against danger and madness.

This journey is life and death.

While drowning was inevitable, they had struggled.

This is the worst of times, this is the best of times.

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