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My Bloody System

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Betrayed. Murdered. Thrown away like trash. Blake Harrison was once a loyal orphan adopted by the powerful Sterling family of Thousand Blade City. For eleven years, he endured humiliation, mockery, and scorn—all for the sake of protecting the girl he loved. In the end, his loyalty was repaid with betrayal. His engagement was dissolved, his cultivation destroyed, and his body left to rot in an abandoned room. But death was not the end. As his soul lingered between life and oblivion, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in the darkness— Bloody System Initializing… Reborn through blood and vengeance, Blake awakens a forbidden legacy: the Voidheart Pearl, an artifact capable of absorbing the essence of all things, and an Emerald-Grade Reaper Battle Spirit, a sovereign existence feared by gods and demons alike. From that moment on, Blake walks a path stained in blood. He does not rely blindly on his Battle Spirit. He sharpens his body, hones his sword, and conceals his true power. In tournaments, academies, and sect conflicts, he shatters so-called geniuses step by step—never revealing his full hand until it is too late. Each battle is earned. Each breakthrough is forged through combat, pain, and ruthless will. As his name spreads from Thousand Blade City, to the Shining Star Academy, and across the Azure Vault Continent, Blake becomes a living nightmare to his enemies—and a legend to those who witness his rise. Guided by a mad old man who calls himself a Demonic Emperor, armed with the Heaven-Severing Reaper Steps, and clad in the evolving War Blood Armor, Blake ascends realm by realm—never forgetting the betrayal that started it all. He will dismantle clans. Erase legacies. And when the Demon Palaces of the universe finally take notice— They will learn the meaning of fear. This is not the story of a hero. This is the rise of the War God Reaper.
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Starting in Terra as Ryougi Shiki

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