I Became a Murderer in the Academy. - Chapter 42: I’m Stronger.

How long can one ignore the voices in their head?Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit.For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects.As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience.One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost.The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him.

There wasn't much to be said about the life of Akhil—at the age of 8, he lost his father at the hands of his most trusted business partner, who was also on his way to becoming the world's richest businessman.This left Akhil with no option but to use that traitor's daughters as a means to kill that man—a rather typical story where the main character takes revenge on his father's killer by making both of killer's daughters yandere.Of course, this wasn't a random fantasy story where he could just reach someone like the world's richest man—sitting at the highest point of the hierarchy—so the most he could do was act as the kind child he once was to those girls and slowly build trust and obsession, which finally bore fruit, and Akhil died.Indeed, how could he even be able to kill a man who possessed that amount of wealth?So, he died in front of both of those women—making sure that they saw him bloodied and dead.....The End.Or at least this was what should have happened.DING![ SUPREME YANDERE SYSTEM —Tada!! ]He opened his eyes inside the body of the Emperor of a ruined kingdom at the edge of the Human Zone—a group of three continents where humans lived while under constant attack from the threat of the 7 Demon Gods—and found himself in a sick body.A kingdom that was nearly collapsing due to corruption, the presence of holy light bearers—Heroes and Heroines—and a world filled with artifacts and fragments scattered around the bloodline—he who needed to lift the whole kingdom up again, hold the reign of a broken kingdom, and move forward.Now born as King Lysanderic Aleria Vandreat, he has only the support of his Supreme Yandere System.Oh, he awakened it too, but when did he?Read the Story...[: The main character is cruel, and there will be darkness in his actions, so enjoy the light in the first ten chapters (those are before he was reborn) and smile as you see the comedy and slight introductions to the characters. ][ Suggestion: If you don't like to know about Main character background, then skip starting 10 chapters. (Yes, the previous chapters are a prologue (not boring ones as they are important for understanding the main character and his future artifacts. Ahem.) ]

In my previous life, I was merely a supporting character, highlighting Damon’s deep love for another woman.Tragically, my story unfolded with devastating consequences, leaving my family in ruins and my life shattered.Upon my rebirth, I chose to adopt a carefree attitude, ignoring the situation and waiting for Damon to ask for a divorce. But something peculiar happened. The man who used to disappear for weeks suddenly started showing up every few days.“Do you think there will come a time when you’ll want me to disappear?” I queried.“Do not indulge in fantasies.” he retorted,“We’ll continue to torment each other until the end.” I sighed, as a reincarnated soul, confident that his destined soulmate would soon cross his path.Finally, he encountered her, and I believed freedom was within my grasp. Yet, he quietly…

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”