Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai - Chapter 103: Himeno Airi

[Shelter System successfully bound to host!][Option One: City of Light, save the survivors in the apocalypse and become a glorious and benevolent savior.][Option Two: City of Darkness, humans who enter the City of Darkness can only become your slaves. And you, will be the devil ruling over the apocalypse.]Sorry, I am no saint, I choose City of Darkness! From today onwards, I will be a villain!

In a world where six once-allied nations now stand divided, the kingdom of Myralis, a symbol of self-sacrifice, has fallen into oblivion. Centuries after its mysterious downfall, Caelum, the last disciple of a forgotten deity, embarks on a perilous journey to restore his nation's honor.Guided by the enigmatic teachings of his vanished mentor and armed with the legendary Seal of Abnegation, Caelum must navigate treacherous politics and face champions from rival kingdoms in a deadly tournament that will decide the fate of the world.As ancient secrets resurface and alliances crumble, Caelum discovers that every truth hides a lie and every ally could become an enemy. His quest could either unite the Six Nations—or precipitate their destruction.Will he master his heritage and fulfill the prophecy that marks him as Myralis’s savior, or will his choices doom the world to chaos?

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.