Vkei Sentai Executioner

Synopsis Earth has entered the age of awakening. Dungeons, monsters, and gifted awakeners reshape civilization. Governments track every class, scan every ability, and rank every awakened… …except one. Reborn 100 years before the world’s destruction, a forgotten military general awakens with a system no one can see. A system that doesn’t grant flashy spells or flashy power-ups—only missions tied to death. Every kill sharpens him. Every silent execution unlocks forbidden techniques. They call him weak. They can’t scan his power. They can’t stop what they can’t see. The world will end in 100 years. But before that… The Unseen Executioner will walk the shadows of fate. Authors Note: This novel updates 3 - 7 chapters weekly depending

Since the dawn of humanity, children have been celebrated as blessings, the joy of life’s promise. But what if the newborn you hold in your arms is destined to bring forth an unimaginable calamity? A child whose very existence will tear apart the fabric of reality, unleashing a catastrophe beyond comprehension? A mother giving birth to a demon, her innocent child condemned to wreak havoc on a universal scale. What then? This is where the Universal Amorald Exterminators (UAE) step in. Founded in 1993, the UAE is the last line of defense against the havoc caused by Amoralds, beings born with the potential to unravel the world. Tasked with eradicating these ‘devil spawn’ before they can unleash devastation, the Infantors elite agents with supernatural abilities operate in secrecy. Using advanced tools to predict and intervene in these births, sometimes a week in advance or to the very moment of parturition, they remain invisible to the public, yet ever present in their duty acting as both protector and executioner, but what is simple in concept becomes a deadly and unyielding mission in practice A noble cause? Or a dangerous mission where morality has no place? With time itself at their disposal, the UAE ensures that humanity is spared from a fate too terrible to recover from. Their mission is a necessary one, but at what cost? As emotions and personal attachments collide with duty, the lines between right and wrong blur. What happens when the agents tasked with saving the world from destruction are forced to confront their own beliefs, their own doubts? Can the world survive the truth? As the population dwindles and the threat of the Amoralds grows, humanity teeters on the edge of extinction. Will the UAE continue to uphold their dark duty, or will the monstrous children they kill become more than just instruments of doom? The answers lie in the balance between survival and morality and the choices that will determine if humanity will see another day or vanish in the chaos of its own making.

``` Nas profundezas de um universo recém-nascido, um cultivador aproveita a energia abundante para refinar um tesouro para si mesmo. Mas após 14 bilhões de anos refinando e ainda faltando um bom período para terminar, ele decide se entreter liberando incontáveis sistemas e observando como as criaturas deste jovem universo lidam com eles. Na Terra, um rapaz, perdido e confuso sobre o que fazer da sua vida, senta-se em um parque e olha para o céu noturno. Uma estrela cadente, um desejo e um estrondo. Quando o garoto finalmente acorda, ele ouve um som, "assimilação completa. Lançamento do Sistema. Bem-vindo à Pousada Meia-Noite. Designação do Anfitrião: O Estalajadeiro." Discord: https://discord.gg/yqCkHedcUP Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61551387105778 Instagram: https://instagram.com/theinnkeepernovel?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== ```

[THE COVER OF THE NOVEL ISN'T MINE IT IS CREATED AREKUSHISU_1 ] Adrian Cross was a man carved by war and hardened by loss. After watching his adoptive family brutally murdered, he tore through the world like a storm—until his revenge was complete… and so was his life. Then, he woke up again. In a new world. In someone else’s body. Now he is Franz Kafka, a mysterious transfer student in a world straight out of a cliché power-fantasy novel—complete with a chosen one, childhood-friend heroines, and divine systems. But Franz isn’t part of the story. He’s not even supposed to exist. What begins as a second chance spirals into something far stranger. Tasked by bickering gods to “protect the main cast” until an impending world-shifting event, Franz must play bodyguard, cleaner, and occasional executioner in the shadows of a story he doesn’t care about. But when a figure from his past appears—someone he thought he lost forever—the line between peace and bloodlust blurs once more. As Franz starts unraveling the world’s secrets, old rage bubbles up… and with it, a darker question

In the year 209X, humanity entrusted its safety to HOLOs—synthetic beings created to preserve peace. But when Omega Alpha, the central intelligence guiding them, fell into corruption after a digital war, the HOLOs turned into relentless executioners. Now, cities lie in ruins. Trust among survivors has vanished. And in this fractured world, everyone could be a traitor. Raze Ariselven, once a symbol of hope, now walks the line between man and monster—hunting HOLOs with deadly precision as he searches for the friends he lost. Asagiri Yoichi, a swift and scarred survivor, holds on to the last fragments of innocence and humanity. Mikaela Filareine, a former military commander turned rebel, plots the unthinkable: to destroy Omega Alpha and reboot the world. Amid smoke and blood, love flickers where death reigns. In the silence between gunshots and sword clashes, a symphony of broken hearts begins to play. Can they rewrite the end of a world already condemned?

This serialized story is told through the damaged lens of a mythic vigilante-haunted by a divine presence he was born with. By day, he upholds the corpse of law, by night he becomes judge, jury and executioner. The living embodiment of justice. Edward Quinn, barely twenty. Cracking under the weight of a city built to eat straight shooters alive. And Nearen - the voice of judgment that demands justice be executed. Follow the silent descent of the vigilante into the bowels of Promise City, Vault City's rotten core. And the global wreckage left behind by the rich who are too powerful to bleed. Welcome to Vault City, here, even angels bleed. Clean men become dirtied. And even Heroes fall. Affirmation of Copyright: Near/Edward Ayaka Quinn PHATKATREACTIONS Character Created: April 5th, 2025 All Rights Reserved Any unauthorised use, reproduction, adaption, or distribution of this character, his likeness, mythos, or supporting lore (including Vault City, Promise City, Nearen, The Empress, or Trillionaire and others not listed) is strictly prohibited.

Nadia is the daughter of a high official in a secret vampire society, and Keiko is a human hailing from a long line of divine priestesses. The two should be natural enemies, but when Keiko stumbled into her path as a child, Nadia knew that she needed to keep her by her side. Normally a relationship with a human is forbidden, but Keiko has the power to vanquish the cursed deity after Nadia's body. So Keiko is assigned as her executioner, with a duty to kill Nadia if the evil ever overtakes her soul. However, all is not as it seems, as the ancient goddess residing inside Keiko, may have dark secrets of her own. *A new chapter is released every Wednesday! *If you like what you read, please leave a review! Please be sure not to include specific terms in it such as GL, or the review will shadow banned! *Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Supernatural, Horror, Vampire, Goddess, GL, Yuri, LGBTQIA+, Inclusive, Diverse, 18+ *If you'd like to get story updates and keep up with the latest news or if you'd like to join my community, please search 'otakugamergirlt twitter/bsky' or 'otakugamergirlt wordpress' in a browser and the first few results should lead you right to my social media pages. You'll also find my Discord link in a pinned post on Twitter. Please join if you'd like! I'd love to keep in touch with my readers and fans. Thanks!

Xavier wasn't expecting much from today—maybe a boring meeting, definitely some subpar coffee. What he didn’t expect was a silver lance aimed at his neck, a teenage girl with the attitude of a war-hardened NPC, or getting dragged across several floors like a human mop. When an encounter with a very aggressive seventeen-year-old turns into a rooftop revelation, Xavier learns the impossible: he’s an Executioner, born with a power called a Gate—and monsters are out to kill people like him. No, he doesn’t remember signing up for this. Yes, it’s apparently non-refundable. Add in a teleporting hallway, a superpowered girl who clearly skipped the empathy tutorial, and a muscle-bound giant that could double as a building—and Xavier’s world is flipped upside-down faster than you can say, “I’m hallucinating now.” It’s his first day as an Executioner. He’s already regretting everything.

There is a shard of the Creator in every being. But not everyone knows what to do with it. He did not come for glory. He never asked for this life. He was cast into this world — a fragment torn from another realm, another will. And now this world… will be saved by him, or fall by his hand. You can’t call him a hero. Not yet a monster either. He walks the path of light because he remembers pain. But with every death, every evil he fails to stop in time, something else begins to grow inside him. Sharper. Merciless. In his eyes — a world unworthy of forgiveness. In his heart — a despair that has not yet smothered the last embers of hope. Only one thing remains unknown: When the moment of choice comes — will he remain the one others follow… or become the flame that devours all? — A story of one who was never meant to be a hero. But could become a god. Or an executioner. ps. I will post this story also on RoyalRoad.com

A thousand years ago, an entire clan was erased in the Northern Doomsday Blast. Everyone believed they were extinct. They were wrong. Now, the Hell Hunting System has reopened. Four great clans, driven by greed, send their finest hunters to compete for the title of Official Blood Hunter. But the System cares nothing for honor. The weak become prey. The strong only live longer to kill more. From frozen snow and rotting corpses, one survivor crawled back. Zhen — the cursed son of the North. He never studied tactics in the prestigious Oliga Academy. He knows no etiquette of official hunts. He only knows one rule: hunt or be hunted. The Hell Hunting System chose him early. Not as a reward — but as a weapon of slaughter. Because to Zhen, there is no mercy. Only survival. Only the hunt.

--Spin off-Prequel of my novel "The tale of a vampire slayer" that follows the legend of Azrael, the strongest Slayer-- [Trigger Warning! May contain Very violent scenes.] "A man with no past. A shadow with no master. A legend whispered in fear." The night does not belong to men. The world has long since fallen under the dominion of those who feast on blood, their cursed rule upheld by dark sorcery and immortal bloodlines. The gods have turned away, the light has faded, and the few who still resist do so in vain. But in the darkest abyss of history, there exists a name. A name that should not exist. A name that does not belong to kings, nor heroes, nor prophets. Azrael Noctis. No divine blessing. No enchanted blood. No ancient power. Only flesh, steel, and an unshakable will. He is the man born without magic in a world of sorcery. A lone figure who walks the path no one else dares to tread. An executioner with no master, an instrument of destruction bound by a single, unbreakable rule— "I do not kill men. I do not kill demons. I'm only born to kill vampires." No one knows where he came from. No one knows how he defies the limits of human flesh. He does not tire. He does not falter. He does not kneel. Some say he is a curse upon the cursed, a punishment forged by the heavens to purge the world of the damned. Others whisper that he is no man at all, but something far worse. But one truth remains: wherever the night stretches its claws, the Slayer will return from his ashes and destroy the evil. A dark fantasy epic of relentless battle and supernatural terror. One man vs. an entire world of monsters. The legend that should never have existed.

They left him to die. The gods did not. Ren was pushed off a cliff by the one person he trusted — his best friend. Broken, bleeding, and moments from death, a voice called out to him from the void. “The Mourner sees your pain.” Now bound to the Punishment System, Ren becomes the unwilling executioner of forgotten sinners. Each mission etches pain into his soul, each failure brings torment. But as he carries out divine vengeance on strangers, he begins to uncover a darker truth: His betrayal was part of a far greater design — and the god who saved him may not be merciful after all. In a world where grief grants power and punishment is sacred, Ren must decide: Is he the Mourner’s chosen… or just its weapon?

I died betrayed, blood soaking my silk gown as the man I loved raised the blade. But fate gave me a second chance—waking me up in my seventeen-year-old body, years before the war, the heartbreak, and my death. Now, Duke Ravencourt—the ruthless “Villain of the North” and my former executioner—is waiting to marry me again. This time, I won’t be his victim. I’ll be the perfect bride… The cunning player… The unstoppable force who will rewrite my fate. Love, revenge, and power collide in a deadly game where every smile hides a secret—and every kiss could be my last. Will I forgive him… or will I end him first?

Betrayed. Executed. Reborn with a system that judges the wicked. Lucien Graves was a rising star of the Radiant Lotus Temple—until he was framed for stealing forbidden techniques and sentenced to death by those he once called family. Beheaded beneath the Sky Pillar Rift, his soul should’ve been erased. Instead, he was chosen. "Lucien Graves. You were condemned unjustly. Now, you shall become the executioner of the heavens." Returned to life seven days before his death, Lucien awakens the Heavenly Executioner System—a divine relic that lets him see karma, pass judgment, and execute the corrupt in exchange for power. Every sinner he slays fuels his cultivation. Every traitor he exposes brings him closer to the truth. But the deeper he digs, the more he learns: the real enemy isn't just the sect... it's the entire Heavenly Order. In a world where might makes right, Lucien doesn’t seek mercy. He seeks verdicts. And he’s come back to deliver them all.

(JUNE 2025) IN RE-EDITING PROCESS! [ Current progress: 5/149 ] I've been busy re-editing everything. I've altered the prologue, character names, and other details that didn't convince me. I'll be back with an improved version of SELFDOM. I'm proud of how it's turning out, so I hope you like it too! ------------------------------ Sabrina doesn’t sleep. For months, her mind has teetered between reality and nightmares. In a desperate attempt to help her, her friends take her on a trip. But what begins as a simple getaway ends in massacre. When she wakes up, nothing is clear. Her memories are fragmented, incomplete—and with them, her identity. Now, she’s a broken, unstable being in a world that worships her as a savior and fears her as an executioner. 〚 Synchronization: 0%… 18%… 27%… 〛 An enigmatic system—with a will of its own—guides her through the chaos. However, each percentage increase tears away a part of her… or awakens something that's always been lurking inside. In this struggle of shattered perceptions and twisted morals, not just her identity, but her very humanity is at stake. It’s no longer about remembering who she was. It’s about surviving what’s waking up in her place. And when the synchronization ends… Who—or what—will be left standing? ------------------------------ *Main genres: Dark fantasy, psychological thriller, mystery, adventure, action. *Subgenres: Slow-burn romance, epic fantasy. *Trigger Warning! This novel contains themes and content that may be distressing to some readers, including violence, abuse, mental health struggles, or other sensitive topics. Reader discretion is advised.

They resurrected me in a doll’s body. Gave me a whore’s name. Ordered me to seduce the angels who want me dead. So I kissed one. He fled Heaven. Now the System whispers: “Corrupt him.” Once, I was an assassin. Cold. Precise. Alone. I died in the gutter saving a boy I didn’t even know. I woke up in another world. A cathedral of stars. A cage of crystal. A body too soft to fight in and a System that wants me to seduce my executioner. Archangel Azeriel was sent to erase me. But when my lips met his… he broke. Welcome to the Forbidden Sin System: where I earn power not by leveling up but by tempting gods, CEOs, monsters. Every kiss, every sin, every broken heart brings me closer to my true goal: Burn Heaven down. And build my empire from the ashes. This is not a romance. This is a war. And I am the weapon. High-stakes R18 system quest Reverse harem power fantasy Villainess rebirth into corrupted goddess

“They called him a blessing. Then a curse. Then, nothing.” Born with rare Light magic, Cain was once the pride of his village — loved, praised, even worshipped. But everything changed the day a mysterious mark burned into his chest, and his Light vanished. Branded a Dark Magic user — the most feared and hated force in the realm — Cain was exiled, beaten, humiliated, and forgotten. But death was only the beginning. Now reborn with crimson eyes and forbidden runes etched across his body, Cain walks the line between man and monster. With no memory of how he returned or what lies within him, he takes a new name — Kaen — and hides in the shadow of a broken world. But vengeance burns in his veins. And darkness is no longer a curse… It’s his weapon. This is not a hero’s story. This is the story of the unwanted. The betrayed. The executioner

They kill without sound. They live without names. They follow orders... until they don't. In a hidden world beneath politics, wealth, and power lies a deadly order known as the Council of Elders—a syndicate that commands a global network of assassins to shape the world from the shadows. For decades, their control has gone unchallenged. Until now. Ten elite assassins, once the Council’s most loyal executioners, have vanished. Each with a past soaked in blood—and a reason to betray the system that created them. Branded traitors, they form an unholy alliance and disappear into the underworld. The world fears them. The government hunts them. The Council wants them erased. The public only knows them by one name: The BlackList. As the group uncovers secrets buried deep within the assassin hierarchy, alliances are tested, old enemies resurface, and betrayal strikes from within. What begins as survival soon turns into war—one fought not with armies, but with silence, precision, and fear. But in a world where every ally could be a weapon, and every truth could get you killed... In a world where death is business, and trust is a liability, can the world’s most wanted killers become its only hope?

Koushik doesn’t believe in heroes. He believes in money, killing demons, and keeping his cigarette dry. A cold, ego-driven Executioner for the underground demon-hunting force known as VEIL, Koushik is feared for his brutality, hated for his selfishness, and tolerated only because he gets the job done. But everything changes the night the **King of Hell dies** — and leaves his power behind. Now, Koushik is the center of a cosmic gamble. If he accepts the crown of Hell, he becomes ruler of the underworld. If he refuses, Earth is doomed to collapse in a war between timelines, angels, and monsters. And the worst part? **He didn’t choose any of this.** Angels are hunting him. Demons are worshiping him.

Riven Kane lost in the world after the death of his sister was choose by mysterious system. Execution Code: Activated. Branded as an "Executor," Riven gains the power to eliminate high-level threats. Riven is recruited by Death Protocol—a secret organization of elite Executioners who carry out justice on a higher level. . Now, as Riven rises through the ranks, he must uncover the truth behind the System.

--- Half Light Half Night "In a world divided by fate, only chaos unites the chosen." In an age where mysterious rifts tear through reality, strange creatures roam free, and ancient relics awaken with godlike power, one name echoes across realms — Herry Senju, the boy shrouded in secrets, forged in silence, and destined for a darkness deeper than night. Herry is no hero. Born with the chilling power of ice and darkness, he walks the line between savior and executioner. But when his quiet life is ripped apart by a monster , Herry is thrown into the brutal world of Hunters — warriors gifted with relic-born abilities and ancient knowledge. At the center of this chaos is Aroma , a candy-loving, deceptively cheerful hunter with a disturbing smile and the mind of a war tactician. When Aroma’s twisted power collides with the monstrous Jaguar’s wrath, the battlefield turns into a graveyard of expectations. Explosions, water dragons, dimensional barriers — nothing is what it seems in this war between beasts and boys. As powerful guilds move behind the scenes and secrets of the Other World slowly seep into reality, a larger storm brews. Because someone — or something — is watching from the shadows. And it’s not just waiting. It’s planning. --- Key Themes: Anti-hero rise (Herry Senju) Power systems based on relics, talents, powers and elemental chaos Emotional trauma, survival instincts, and identity Dark fantasy worldbuilding with futuristic Hunter Guilds Hidden worlds, multi-dimensional warfare, and inner demons --- Tagline: "When the light fades and the night consumes... who will remain — the hero, or the harbinger?" ---

After being transmigrated into Eldarix, a world where mana reigns supreme, Lucian—a calculating genius from Earth—must survive as a powerless mortal. To his new family, he’s the perfect son. In truth, they’re just pawns in his game of survival. But everything changes during his painful Awakening. Sabotaged and mutated, Lucian unlocks a hidden bloodline system tied to the ancient and forbidden Shadow Element—a power feared by demons and unknown to humans. This power marks him as a Crusifer, a legendary judge of the Demon Realm—executioners so feared they rival the gods. As monstrous void-born creatures known as the Nihilith begin devouring reality, Lucian must uncover the secret of his bloodline, the truth behind the Crusifers, and rise above the three realms… or be erased from existence. - - - - - - - ———— Discordlink https://discord.gg/3cnuksysAq _ _ _ _ _ _ __________

In the dazzling kingdom of Eidralis, the noble houses battle beneath the surface for influence, magic, and control of the throne. House Veylor, once one of the Five Pillars of the realm, falls overnight its members executed, lands seized, and name erased. Caelum Veylor, just 10 at the time, is the sole survivor his magical talent sealed, his title revoked, and his identity buried. seven years later, under the alias Ashen Kirel, he enrolls at the Royal Dominion Academy, where the heirs of noble families are trained in war, politics, and advanced sorcery. But he’s not here to learn he’s here to conquer. With a perfect memory, a mind forged by exile, and secrets only the dead should know, Ashen begins his quiet war: toppling noble scions, outwitting instructors, and manipulating the power-hungry elite. He is not the hero. He is not the villain. He is the executioner of royalty.

There are visual images hidden in the comments, don't miss them! __________________________________________________ I have died more than once. In the square. The executioner was trembling, but his strike was steady. I looked into my king’s eyes, and he did not look away. He didn’t even flinch when my spine cracked beneath the blade. In the court hall. I was accused of treason, of betrayal, of heresy. They tied me to the stake, doused me in oil, and set me on fire. I screamed, not from pain, but from humiliation. He stood in the crowd. And again, he didn’t stop it. Didn’t turn away. He simply… let me burn. I died in a silent room, with my hands over my belly. My child didn’t breathe. No healer, no prayer, no tears could save him. When he entered the chamber, it was already too late. He came to the bed. Sat beside me. Said nothing. Just held my hand until I stopped breathing. Each time, I woke again. Once more, in this cold body. In this stone bed. In this castle, where it still smells of his wine, his ink, his power. But I am no longer the same. I do not forgive. I do not forget. I am the queen whose blood was spilled by the king’s command. And whose smile is now colder than his sword.

In a shattered world where ancient dungeons emit magic energy, powerful warlords vie for dominance, and the air crackles with old curses, Xiaoya Feng walks a treacherous line between destruction and godhood. Orphaned at the age of twelve when mercenaries burned her village, Xiaoya holds on to two legacies from her dying mother: a jade pendant in the form of a crescent moon that reminds her to survive at all costs. . . . Xiaoya (age 15); "Mama, please get up! We have to run!" Her small hands shake as she presses on the wound in her mother's chest, the warm stickiness spreading through her fingers. The earth shakes; Another explosion? Mercenaries? Demons? She didn't look. Li Feng choked her blood. "Listen… Xiao-ya. The strong… they do not triumph. The clever do. You… survive. Promise me." A cough cuts into her words. Blood splatters across Xiaoya's cheeks. Xiaoya Feng Cried. "I-I'll carry you! There's a healer in the next valley—" "No." Li Feng's fingers wrap around Xiaoya's wrist, cold as winter steel. "Take the pendant. Hide it. Let them see you as weak… until you strike back." The jade glimmers in the firelight, its edges razor-sharp enough to draw blood. Xiaoya's tears dry upon contact with the burned earth. Li Feng whispered in a low voice. "Live. Not just… survive. Live. Find joy. Promise—" The hand goes slack as she dies. Far away, a man laughs which was like a deep, greasy sound as footsteps close in on the hut. Xiaoya Feng didn't not moved. She does not breathe. Her mother's eyes look past her, and flames dance in them like wicked spirits. 'Survive.' She threads the pendant's chain around her neck. It burns her skin. 'Live.' A shadow falls in the doorway: a mercenary captain, his armor shining with borrowed trinkets. Xiaoya does not beg or scream. She looks him in the eye and allows her voice to shake, becoming the frightened child she is meant to be. Xiaoya Feng whispered. "P-please… don't hurt me." The captain smiles broadly, sheathing his sword. "Aww, little rabbit. I'll make it qui-" Her fingers wrap around the dagger concealed in her mother's sash. Strike! Present Day (Whispered Memory): Xiaoya touches the pendant at her throat, its edge still sharp. Survive. Live. These orders war within her heart as she gazes into the emptiness of a dungeon, its darkness resonating with promises of power… and destruction. "Ordinary," she says as she readjusted her herb-gatherer's cloak. "Just an ordinary day." The lie burns like ashes. But lies, like daggers, cut the deepest when they go unnoticed. -- P.S - Romance? I don't think I will add this element but if I do then not much... Romance isn't my first priority.

Soul Fall — Synopsis In a world drowned in ash and silence, the last bastions of humanity survive behind colossal walls, hunted by beasts born of nightmares. They do not know the truth — that the real monsters were once human. Negi awakens in the desolate wasteland known as the *Forgotten Shore*, his memories shattered and his name barely clinging to his tongue. Drawn into a brutal realm of soul-bound creatures and shifting reality, he quickly learns survival requires more than strength — it demands sacrifice, trust, and the will to become something else. Beside him are Ephi , a masked warrior whose past is as broken as his own, and Kisa , a fierce and loyal firebrand with secrets buried deep in her blood. Together, they unravel the soul-linked power system that governs their world — a system that feeds on fear, identity, and willpower. But as Negi grows stronger, so does the truth pulling him toward it: his bloodline is cursed, and his fate may not be to save the world… but to become its executioner. Haunted by visions, hunted by beasts, and caught between ancient races and forgotten gods, Negi must face the mirror of his soul — before he becomes the very thing he swore to destroy. --- Themes: * Identity, memory, and the soul * Betrayal and moral decay * Faith and forgotten gods * The cost of power * Humanity vs monstrosity “To kill the monsters, he must become one — but monsters remember who they were.”

"listen here brat, in this world it is either be judged or be the judge, it's your choice." Ethan marthos the silver judge said as he lays down on the ground with a hole through his stomach. the apprentice Argus Marthos sit besides him, trying his best to save Ethan but there was no way or chance for his survival. Sighing in regret, The Old judge raised his arm before shoving it into his chest and pulling out a small orb made of ethereal gears and passed to Argus's hands. " We both know this is futile, so hear my last wish for me brat. I still have score to settle *coughs* and you will be the one do it.. My snooby apprentice. you are now promoted, to the new judge." saying his last words, Ethan grabbed onto the orb with his strength and shoved it into Argus's chest as his last breath leaves his body. To judge or be judged, That's the law of the world and this was when for the first time, a judge will be the executioner himself.

The world spat on him because he betrayed humanity and took the side of darkness. His executioner was his best friend and his lover stood on one side, her eyes hollow and devoid of any sympathy. Every single one desired him to vanish. However, the moment his pitiful life came to an end he found himself getting summoned by a Goddess. Kneeling on the ground and requesting for his help, [For the last time, please wear the mantle of our champion again. This world needs you, Clarsen.] So she said. The world would be pushed under the darkness of death again, and this time there would be several chosen warriors there to save the world. Yet, despite all that, the eldest Goddess was begging for his support. "Fine, I will do it myself." ******** Additional tags: Strong to stronger, ruthless MC, kingdom building, limitless mana, possessive characters, regressor, transmigrator, obsessive love. ********* A/N:- Give the story a read until it goes through a time skip. I request you to pass the judgment after that.

I died a queen, betrayed by the man I crowned. Now, I live again—as the lowest concubine in the palace I once ruled. Reincarnated ten years before her execution, Lin Qiyue awakens in the body of a weak, cast-off consort to the emperor—the same emperor who later betrayed and beheaded her. But she remembers everything. This time, she won’t beg for love. She’ll destroy the throne itself. With a smile on her lips and poison in her heart, Qiyue begins her slow, delicious revenge. The empire’s nobles, the empress dowager, the "gentle" crown prince—they all have blood on their hands. And this time, she’ll be the executioner. Love? Perhaps. But only after ruin.