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A world that has completely changed since the invasion of the world.
I became a superhuman player in a changed world and reached the ranker.
At the point when the high ranker was just around the corner.
‘Who said that to me?’
He lost his power and became a fugitive due to the betrayal of a trusted colleague.
‘Sorry.’
The one he loved handed himself over to his enemies.
As I led countless players to conquer the gate, I became no better than a slave.
Every single day is a day where I want to die.
The only reason I continued living was because I wanted revenge on those who betrayed me.
But the long years of slavery had even dulled his desire for revenge.
‘I have nothing left… now.’
When only emptiness remains.
I heard a system message that I thought I had lost.
[You have been chosen as a vessel of chaos.]
[Do you accept?]
[Warning: Depending on your choices, the destruction of the world may occur.]
destruction?
There was only one thing I could do.
plural!
The last dying spark of revenge.
“Phu… puhehhh… .”
It was to burn that spark.
“I accept… it…”
When I lost consciousness and regained consciousness, this is what I saw.
“Are you a vessel of chaos? Hmm.”
“… … .”
“… … Could something be wrong?”
The three kings were the masters of the invaded world.
