Tyrant's return: Reborn as a Good-For-Nothing Young Master

Chapter 1: Ch 1: Rebirth of A Tyrant - Part 1

Chapter 1 - Ch 1: Rebirth of A Tyrant - Part 1A river of blood stretched from the shattered city gates all the way to the crumbling temple steps.

It gleamed under the broken moonlight, thick with the stench of death and magic. Corpses floated in it—both monsters and men—lifeless and forgotten.

At the center of the carnage stood Emperor Fenrir.

Blood dripped from his fingers. His robes, once white, were soaked black with it. Around him, the ground pulsed with a heavy, sickening mana.

No living thing dared step closer.

After all, life was a precious resource and no one wanted to lose theirs for going against the emperor.

Fenrir lifted his head slowly, eyes burning with cold fire.

"I have sacrificed enough"

He said, voice low and heavy.

"Enough that even fate can no longer deny me."

Before him, the ancient pool of blood quivered.

It beat like a living heart, resonating with the spell etched into the very bones of the earth.

Fenrir raised his sword—a jagged relic forged from the fang of a fallen god. With a roar that shook the mountains, he drove it deep into the pool.

The blade pierced not just the liquid, but the very fabric of reality.

The world cracked.

Space itself split open at the altar, the fissure swallowing the blood, the corpses, the mana.

Fenrir stepped forward, unfazed by the maelstrom forming around him.

He knelt, his hands moving with practiced precision. He carved the final seal into the altar, each stroke burning white-hot into the stone. One command, simple and absolute:

"Reincarnate me into a body with the highest percentage of god's blood, one that will surpass all mortal limits."

The seal pulsed violently.

Power surged through the broken temple, rattling the heavens themselves.

Fenrir closed his eyes as the blood swallowed him whole, dragging him into the space between worlds.

The temple collapsed behind him.

Minutes later, streaks of golden light descended from the skies. Divine beings, dozens of them, slammed into the ruins.

Their faces twisted with fury as they

"Last warning."

Fenrir said, voice colder than the winter winds.

They fled, now injured and cradling their arms. They looked like they would cry at any second. But Fenrir was not gracious enough to be soft on them.

Silence returned to the broken room.

Fenrir exhaled slowly, the mana in his body finally settling. His hand still hurt, but he ignored it.

More important was the question burning in his mind:

'Where am I? How long has it been? And how long until they find me again? I need more information about myself.'

A cruel smile touched his lips.

"Doesn't matter. This time, I have what I need. I'll take everything that was not available to me before and reach new heights."

He murmured, looking down at the faint, golden glow beginning to rise from under his skin.

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