The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King - Chapter 33: Bought a Car to Shelter from the Rain

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

Nine Realms Sword Emperor, a legend returns, leveling everything.Genius monsters, trampled underfoot, powerful beings, wiped out with a wave of a hand.If people do not offend me, I will not offend them; if people do offend me, annihilate their entire family.

They called the Vorrakyns Dragon Riders, but their legacy has crumbled into dust. For centuries, no true Dragon has answered their call.Vacuse Vorrakyn was born into a dying legacy: once-mighty, now feared and cast to the Empire’s edge.A runt. A bastard. Yet he served his family with fierce loyalty, only to be betrayed by the father he once swore to obey. Vacuse died a pawn... a sacrifice to the forbidden magic to call a true Dragon.Discarded like worthless trash.Now, he’s back.Reborn at six, memories of betrayal burning sharp and anger raging in his veins. This time, he’s here to claim what was stolen and everything they denied him.Armed with forbidden knowledge of the Dragon Pathway and the secrets to bond with a legendary beast, Vacuse is determined to rebuild the family legacy—on his own terms.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.