Omae wo Onii-chan ni Shite Yarouka!? - Volume 2, 1st of May, Wednesday

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION][HOST HAS UNLOCKED: SOVEREIGNTY OF GLUTTONY][HOST HAS UNLOCKED: SOVEREIGNTY OF REPLICATION][HOST HAS UNLOCKED: SOVEREIGNTY OF ETERNAL][HOST HAS UNLOCKED: SOVEREIGNTY OF UNBROKEN][INTEGRATION: 4/49 FRAGMENTS COLLECTED]WARNING: DIMENSIONAL BARRIERS DETERIORATINGBrett Lenhart was a modern man who lost his life to a stupid distraction—looking at the wrong thing at the wrong time.He wakes in a deal struck with a goddess whose divine beauty masks dangerous intentions. Now he's Kyrie Shaw, the unwilling avatar of a fragmented god, thrust into a world built on steam, brass, and ambition where Victorian empires clash across dimensional borders.Here, mental power separates the worthy from the worthless. Prophets manipulate futures in oligarchic courts. Warriors prove strength through psionic combat in meritocratic empires. Technocrats hide world-breaking science behind industrial smoke. And in the ruins of a war-torn realm, beast-kin survivors fight against monsters born from despair itself.Kyrie must navigate this maze of political games and dimensional intrigue, guided only by a system whispering in his mind and the fragments of a shattered god calling to him across reality. But there's a cost he didn't foresee: with each fragment collected, with each surge of power gained, the barriers holding the dimensions apart crack further.He has no choice but to evolve. To consume. To devour. This is the curse of hosting the essence of Gluttony—the hunger that never ends, the power that never satisfies.Caught between nations surging to war, Kyrie becomes both scapegoat and savior. But the political squabbles of mortals pale before the true threat stirring in the cracks between worlds.The Nether Realm—a dimension of entities born from humanity's pain, rage, and despair—hungers to return everything to nothingness. As reality fractures and monsters pour through the widening breaches, Kyrie must stand as the final defense. Or is it the first line? The distinction hardly matters when existence itself hangs in the balance.To survive, he must reclaim the fragments. To protect those he's grown to care for, he must master powers that threaten to erase who he was. To save a world on the brink of collapse, he must become the very thing he feared the most. A god with nothing left to hold onto.But Brett Lenhart refuses to disappear without a fight. And the bonds he forges with the women around him, the steamy nights they spend together and the love of everyone he knows might be the only anchors keeping his humanity intact.This is the story of a man forced to devour divinity piece by piece, surrounded by women drawn to the power he's becoming and the person he's desperately trying to remain.Every fragment brings him closer to godhood. Every bond pulls him back toward mortality.In the end, only one question matters: When the last fragment slots into place and the final seal breaks, will Brett Lenhart still exist to face what comes through—or will only Kyrie, the Gluttonous God Remain.------I Adapt,. I Consume. To Transcend.Additional Tags:‎#Comedy‎#Academy#Steampunk#Gods#Beastkin#DarkFantasy#SlowBurn#Worldbuilding#Level up#StudentLife#Victorian Era#Mature#PowerCouples#Tragedy#PlotTwists#Suspense#EndOfTheWorld#ImmersiveWorldExplore this World and Have a Great Time.

In every story, there exists the hero and the villain, the protagonist and the antagonist.And like every story, the hero always wins, and always gets the girl.But what happens now that I died and became a villain in the last book I read? Not even a proper villain, but one that the protagonist kills in the early chapters.I don't want to die again, and I don't want that simp of a protagonist to walk all over me. Maybe I should just become a better villain.I've always admired the smart badass villains that took on the protagonist. Maybe I can be one of them, maybe I can win—the first villain to win against the hero.I'll rewrite this story into one where I become the greatest villain. Call me sick or evil, but it's my time to shine.

[From the Author of Author's POV...]

Emotions are like a drug to us.

The more we experience them, the more we become addicted.

The hardest part is not letting them consume us.

But it's already too late for me.

I've already been swallowed whole.

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I had no knowledge of the game.

I was meant to have died.

And yet, I found myself in this situation.

A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made.

What the hell is going on?

...and who am I?

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Every hero starts with power. He started with dust.One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white.It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess.Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother.While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part.Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap.A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months.Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability.******White robes. Cold arroganceA sinful revenge.White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan.And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes.