MTL - Omni Genius - Chapter 46 Amazingly reversed! Turn over!

In the waves of steam and machinery, who could achieve extraordinary? In the fogs of history and darkness, who was whispering? I woke up from the realm of mysteries and opened my eyes to the world.

Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’

There wasn't much to be said about the life of Akhil—at the age of 8, he lost his father at the hands of his most trusted business partner, who was also on his way to becoming the world's richest businessman.This left Akhil with no option but to use that traitor's daughters as a means to kill that man—a rather typical story where the main character takes revenge on his father's killer by making both of killer's daughters yandere.Of course, this wasn't a random fantasy story where he could just reach someone like the world's richest man—sitting at the highest point of the hierarchy—so the most he could do was act as the kind child he once was to those girls and slowly build trust and obsession, which finally bore fruit, and Akhil died.Indeed, how could he even be able to kill a man who possessed that amount of wealth?So, he died in front of both of those women—making sure that they saw him bloodied and dead.....The End.Or at least this was what should have happened.DING![ SUPREME YANDERE SYSTEM —Tada!! ]He opened his eyes inside the body of the Emperor of a ruined kingdom at the edge of the Human Zone—a group of three continents where humans lived while under constant attack from the threat of the 7 Demon Gods—and found himself in a sick body.A kingdom that was nearly collapsing due to corruption, the presence of holy light bearers—Heroes and Heroines—and a world filled with artifacts and fragments scattered around the bloodline—he who needed to lift the whole kingdom up again, hold the reign of a broken kingdom, and move forward.Now born as King Lysanderic Aleria Vandreat, he has only the support of his Supreme Yandere System.Oh, he awakened it too, but when did he?Read the Story...[: The main character is cruel, and there will be darkness in his actions, so enjoy the light in the first ten chapters (those are before he was reborn) and smile as you see the comedy and slight introductions to the characters. ][ Suggestion: If you don't like to know about Main character background, then skip starting 10 chapters. (Yes, the previous chapters are a prologue (not boring ones as they are important for understanding the main character and his future artifacts. Ahem.) ]

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”