“Violence is elegance.”
“This war will be my masterpiece.”
After transmigrating into another world, he became a warmongering madman wielding a blood-red demon sword. Only after putting an end to the war did his chat group golden finger finally arrive, fashionably late.
Should he continue as Khorne’s chosen, embracing his uncontrollable bloodlust, his mind-destroying madness, and the torrents of blood drowning the battlefield? Or turn to another faith?
Just then, message after message appeared on the transparent panel before him.
[Honey Drink Fanatic]: Hahahahaha, where’s the bull demon? You’re all going “Hakimi, Hakimi” all day long. Are you clowns?
[Trash Ying]: Then how about we play a different song today?
[Explosive Magic Is Number One]: X Cloud, listen to me. Today I’m going to talk about you...
[Honey Drink Fanatic]: Just destroy everything already. I’m tired.
I’m no good at writing introductions. Just read the story.
