Dragon Clan: I Became a Yandere and Came Back to Life Again

He was once the God King, the source of the "power" of the World Tree, and the creator of billions of creatures. Four reincarnations. Three crashes. Each time he watched her die before him - penetrated by Kungunir, devoured by the Dragon King, executed by fate itself. He finally went crazy. Launching the forbidden alchemical kingdom of Tartarus, he tore apart time and returned to his junior high school days with complete memories and power. This time, he only had room for one person in his eyes. Chen Motong. Steal it from Caesar. Take it from Odin. Steal from the centuries-old chess game of the Gattuso family. Grab the Ragnarok script from Black King and Rules. He cut the branches of the World Tree on Humaybach's rainy night, hunted the Dragon King and recovered his scattered body, and used the black suit and white gloves of the Black Prince Group to weave a dark network around the world that only operated for one person. He doesn't care about the world. Don't care about fate. Don't care about anyone's life or death. He just wants her to live. The love that has spanned countless reincarnations of death has long been twisted into the most extreme form of possession and protection. It's not gentleness, it's not restraint, it's the madness of the gods who abandoned the whole world and burned it up just for a wisp of red hair. "The world and you, I choose you." Welcome to witness, the only belief of a sickly god.