Reborn in the Passionate World of Legend: The Road to Revenge Begins

## I'm the Boss in The Legend of Mir

> Reborn on the day The Legend of Mir launched, I smiled.

> In my previous life, I was the lord of Shabak City and the boss of the top guild on the server, only to be betrayed by my brothers.

> This time, I bought the server's first Judgment Staff ahead of everyone else and blocked every enemy in Zombie King Hall.

> During the battle to besiege the city with tens of thousands of players, I stood atop the wall and sneered: "Traitors, you won't even make it out of the starter village!"

> Then the wife I had met in the game suddenly sent me a private message: "Honey, I was reborn too. Where are you?"

> I was just about to reply when I heard a knock at the door in the real world...

> And the woman standing outside was none other than her!

The sun, like a tomato smashed to pieces, hurled its last viscous, crimson light against the mottled walls of Shabak. The air reeked of rust, sweat, and the sickly sweetness of ruptured entrails. The stench was so thick it seemed to clog the lungs.

Shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, the screams of the dying... All those sounds twisted together into a coarse rope, rising from the seething hell below the city walls to lash my eardrums. I stood atop Shabak's highest battlement. Below me lay a world consumed by fire. Flames from the Firewall spell licked at the bricks, while Explosive Flames burst among the crowds in blinding flashes. Blizzard's swirling white frost howled as it claimed lives.

My name, "War Soul," hung above the city gate like a tattered banner soaked in blood. Once, it was a badge of honor. Now? It was a bull's-eye