Tyranny of Steel - Chapter 1193 A Better World

A new era of power has dawned upon the world. Mortals now wield the elements themselves through their awakened Genetic Spirits, shaping nations and destinies.But not everyone is so fortunate. Sin Clemoth Falmerdic was born with nothing—no affinity, no power, and no future. After witnessing the destruction of his city and the death of all those he held dear, he vows revenge on the veiled enemies who unknowingly left him as the sole survivor.But when Sin attains the Infinite Spirit Energy System, his journey shifts.His thirst for vengeance fuels an insatiable desire for power which eventually consumes him, driving him to rise above all who stand in his way.“There’s no peak for me. Every level brings me closer to godhood.”

What would you feel if after living your whole life out, you found out that you're just a character in a book?

That every encounter and misfortune were just the machinations of the author?

And if one day, you will be given a chance to escape, will you grab the opportunity or remain drunk by your role?

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Philip was one of the puppets of fate and the main character of a famous book. Yet, unlike other main characters, his life was filled with tragedy and later ended terribly.

Then one day, along with the other 99 men, he was summoned to fight for his freedom. He immediately agreed to participate. He wanted to live freely and control his own life.

However, after seeing the might of his 99 enemies, he instantly became reluctant. Can he win against those who control magic and create miracles? He was just an unlucky soulless player with no interesting ability to begin with!

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For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”