Dragon Raja: Reborn as a Yandere, I Get a Second Chance at Life

He was once a God King, the source of the World Tree’s power, and the creator of countless living beings.

Four reincarnations. Three collapses. Each time, he watched her die before his very eyes: pierced by Gungnir, devoured by the Dragon King, executed by fate itself.

At last, he went mad.

Activating the forbidden alchemical kingdom of Tartarus, he tore through time and returned to his middle school days with all his memories and power intact. This time, there was only one person in his eyes.

Chen Motong.

He would take her from Caesar. From Odin. From the Gattuso Family’s century-old game of chess. From the script of Ragnarok, written by the Black King and the gods of law. He would intercept the World Tree branch on that rainy night in Maybach, hunt Dragon Kings to reclaim the scattered pieces of his true body, and weave a worldwide web of shadows with the black suits and white gloves of the Black Prince Group, all of it serving one person alone.

He didn’t care about the world. He didn’t care about fate. He didn’t care whether anyone lived or died.

He only wanted her to live.

A love that had crossed countless cycles of death had long since warped into the most absolute form of possession and protection. It wasn’t tenderness or restraint. It was the madness of a god who had abandoned the entire world, only to burn himself away for a single strand of red hair.

“Between the world and you, I choose you.”

Witness the sole faith of a yandere god.