Reborn in Konoha as the Anbu Torturer - Chapter 10: Absolutely Loyal Person!

Li Xu occasionally got a sign-in system, and his life has been different from now on. Enjoy life, look at the scenery, sign in, spring flowers bloom, and face the sea.

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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️THIS NOVEL PARTICIPATED IN WSA 2025!---Nero Vaelheim. A name etched in history as that of a fleeting antagonist, a mere stepping stone for the heroes.But what if the pawn refused to be sacrificed?When a devoted reader is reborn in the body of this doomed villain, he has only one goal: to break the script, rewrite his fate… and bend this world to his own rules.After all, why settle for being an obstacle when you can become the ultimate threat?

His mother died when she gave birth to him, his father a physically abusive alcoholic. Life is not kind to Darius King.

Darius would have dreams of being in a world of magic, but alas, his dreams would always end.

He hated life, and life hated him, so he ended both his and his father's.

When reincarnating into a peasant-like lifestyle as Liam, in the town of Ucladd, Darius realizes he has entered the world of cultivation!

With his ambitious, ruthless, and curious nature combining into one, he paves a bloody path to power.

Shifting his gaze from the Earth towards the Sky, nothing will stop him on his path for strength.

“I will touch the stars... or die trying.”

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