Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~ - Chapter 63: Like Military Boots 1 (1)

When I woke up after a pretty crappy death, what greeted me was one of those famous fantasy worlds! I didn’t expect anything like becoming the strongest with a common job, or rising to the top with the weakest class…All I wanted was to live a slow farming life, but the world just wouldn’t leave me alone! And so I equally backstabbed good people and bad people alike, becoming a villain with a true sense of equality and just when I was about to retire and enjoy a proper life on a farm…“Master!”My former disciple at the evil organisation, currently the hero of justice came looking for me. Can’t you all just leave me alone?

With a stroke of misfortune, Lucas lost his life at the hands of a madman. Yet fate granted him another chance—reincarnation into a new world, only for him to lose his family while still young.In a realm brimming with magic and secrets, Lucas—now named Amon—leads a poor and ordinary life, no different from any commoner. That is, until one fateful night changes everything, opening the path to Arcadia Academy.Will his destiny finally change? Can he rise to power? Or will his cursed luck drag him into even greater danger? Will he be swallowed by death once again?Follow Amon’s journey as he unravels the secrets of the world, driven by curiosity, while struggling to survive.Thus, a new journey begins…

What should you do when the person you like is no longer loyal? Find another one!

This time, in order to avoid trouble, Xiong Ye chose the weakest man in the tribe as his new companion.

In any case, he can afford him!

With his strength, he’ll definitely be able to let his own man eat meat every day instead of grass.

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Zhou Ji, the ‘weakest man’ who had just transmigrated over from the apocalypse and likes to indulge in eating ‘grass’, “…”

He’s not the same person anymore! He was clearly capable of killing the entire tribe by himself!

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He fell, but he did not die.At least, not in the way he expected.The world he hated spat him out into another, a place where the sky bleeds, where gods are fractured, and where names weigh heavier than lives.Here, he is someone else.Someone cursed.Someone forgotten.Yet in the ruins of memory and the echo of laughter that was never his, a strange truth coils:that death is not an ending,but a beginning far crueler.A book without pages.A family without love.A body that doesn’t belong to him,and a voice in the dark that whispers of eternity.