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I, Voldemort (Self-Insert)

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I had a peculiar dream where I found myself in a room, dressed in a robe, holding a wooden stick and directing it towards a lifeless body. My entire body was itching, as if my skin was melting like wax. Internally, it felt like icebergs colliding with each other. The absurdity of the situation overwhelmed me, causing me to burst into laughter. However, the sound that escaped my mouth was so powerful that it almost caused me to faint; it was the kind of laugh any supervillain would trade their soul for. Suddenly, I realized that the voice I heard was not my own, which prompted me to rush to the mirror. To my surprise, the reflection staring back at me did not resemble myself either. Gradually, my body began to transform, becoming less human-like and more unrecognizable. It felt like various pieces were merging together within me. Then, the pain struck. I collapsed to my knees, screaming in agony. But abruptly, the pain vanished after a short while, leaving only a lingering headache. It was in that moment that I understood this was not merely a dream... I am Lord Voldemort! Well, not exactly. My mind was flooded with foreign memories of Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, who attempted various methods to achieve immortality and alter his body. Some of these methods did not work well together, such as creating horcruxes and implanting fragments of the Veil of Death into the body. It's possible that a sliver of his soul was ejected and replaced with a random soul, or that my soul merged with the remaining fragment in this body. The outcome was clear: his memories, reflexes, and abilities, combined with my consciousness. This proved to be advantageous as I had full control over the body. You can support me and read advance chapters on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!
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BROKEN CIRCUIT

Vael Dusk arrived in Kuala Lumpur with forty-three dollars, a duffel bag, and two years worth of running behind him. He wasn't looking for a fight. He was looking for enough money to disappear — somewhere cold, somewhere quiet, somewhere the dead couldn't find him. He'd left the Army with a discharge paper that said *cleared* and a head that said otherwise. Four men were buried because of a call he made. He'd been paying for it ever since in the only currency he had left — movement. Never stop. Never sit still. Never let the quiet catch up. The quiet caught up anyway. It always does. One night in The Pit — Kuala Lumpur's most brutal underground fight ring — changed everything. Vael won. Not cleanly. Not carefully. He won the way a man wins when he has nothing left to protect, which is the most dangerous way there is. Victor Shen was watching from the shadows. Victor Shen is always watching. What follows is a descent. Through the underground circuit of Southeast Asia — Bangkok, Jakarta, Manila, back to KL — where fighters are assets, loyalty is a leash, and the only way out is through. Vael will rise through ranks built on blood and debt and silence. He will find Raza, who sees what he is and trains him anyway. He will find Danny, who looks up to him with the specific trust of someone too young to know better. He will find Mei Lin — Victor's own niece, dismantling the empire from inside it, the one person in this world who looks at Vael and sees past the veil to whatever lives underneath. He will lose them. Not all of them. But enough. Enough to break something in him that was already cracked. Enough to turn the hidden thing loose. This is not a story about a fighter who becomes a champion. It's a story about a man who carries a demon he can barely control, in a world that will do everything it can to make him stop trying. *Some men enter the circuit looking for money.* *Some enter looking for glory.* *Vael Dusk entered looking for nothing.* *That made him the most dangerous man in the room.*
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