I Became the Ruler of the World Through My Secret Identities

Jinjiang holds all rights. Unauthorized reprints are prohibited. I revise my work often, so pirated versions may differ. I take no responsibility for discrepancies. Having arrived in this altered Western fantasy world, Mason became the descendant of a noble family, cursed by black mist and paralyzed in bed. His first priority was to stay alive. Fortunately, as long as he influenced the world, he could create secret identities to save himself. “One curse, one blessing.” A red-haired swordsman descended on a dragon, through flames of bone and blood, standing before the people like a fortress wall. As treasures chimed, a shrewd, cold-blooded merchant in black robes strolled through the streets, trading in secrets. Wherever his domain spread, corruption vanished. The silver-haired priest lowered his eyes as countless devout followers crowned him. In the deepest night, a wandering child sang a song, calling lost souls home. All right, I give up. They're all me! As Mason acted out the stories of his tragic, beautiful, powerful secret identities, he also found himself busy dispelling rumors. What? Someone heard purchased souls weeping in the dead of night? We're honest merchants! What? A bloodthirsty swordsman who keeps bursting into laughter? A priest with a monster inside him? A little girl who appears and vanishes like a ghost? Rumors! Every last one of them! What kind of villain sneaks into the kitchen in the middle of the night to eat because he's anemic? What kind of villain races around saving people like a 24/7 emergency service, without ever closing his eyes? What kind of villain... Wait, why has this secret identity suddenly gone bankrupt?! These were just little hiccups in life. Mason sternly reminded himself: His performances had to be both stylish and impressive, even if every secret identity was cursed and could accidentally transform into a world-destroying villain. But someone as wise and righteous as him could never be a villain! Holding on to this modest wish, he kept trying and trying. Before long, people noticed a group like this. They came from beneath the World Tree, dead souls returned to the world. They crossed thorns and faced danger without fear, holding the torch of hope, while even fate bowed before them. The people looked upon them with reverence and called them... “Heroes.” A world combining machinery, Western fantasy, and cosmic horror. A long, slow-burn story. All the protagonist's secret identities get their moment in the spotlight, though their storylines begin at different times. Every detail has a reason. No romance, just secret identities. No flirting, but there will be family love and close friends. Behind the scenes, everyone will share snacks together. Coming Soon No-romance story coming soon, The Last Character Card: tabletop role-playing, my own worldbuilding, a touch of cosmic horror, and all kinds of things. Please take a look! It's the first one on my author page! Fantasy romance, The God of Death Doesn't Want to Work Hard Anymore: I'll slowly finish this old project. A self-aware advanced AI NPC, secret identities, first-person narration, and an everyday-life story. I know it's a niche one, but I'm having a blast writing it! If you like it, I hope you enjoy reading it too~ Theme: Humanity's courage and sacrifice are the greatest hymns of all.