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In YGGDRASIL as Void

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The first thing he realized when he opened his eyes was simple. This was not his room. And this was not his body. Reincarnation? A second chance? No. He was no hero. In his previous life, he reveled in destruction. He had taken a life without remorse. If there was justice in the universe, he should have fallen into hell—not awakened in a luxurious manor a century into the future. Outside the massive glass windows, a suffocating green mist swallowed the world. Toxic fog. A ruined civilization. A future shaped by the greed of powerful men. This wasn’t salvation. It felt more a like punishment. Alone in an isolated estate, abandoned by a distant father and overshadowed by gifted siblings, the body he now inhabits belongs to a forgotten fifth son—rich, neglected, and conveniently invisible... Perfect. No one would notice if he wasn’t the original anymore. While searching for answers, he discovers something familiar. A game. YGGDRASIL. A name pulled straight from a novel he once read. Coincidence? Fate? Or something far more sinister? With unlimited funds and nothing holding him back, he purchases the most advanced full-dive system and requests a custom character—one that goes beyond the game’s normal limits. And when he finally logs in… He does not create a hero. He becomes something else. ------- Warning : This story contains BL (Boys’ Love) and yaoi themes. Some readers may not feel comfortable reading this type of content, and that’s completely fine. Everyone has different preferences. If this genre isn’t for you, please feel free to skip it. However, I kindly ask that you refrain from leaving hateful or disrespectful comments. Let’s keep the space respectful for those who wish to enjoy the story. I hope you enjoy reading it, and thank you for understanding and for giving this story a chance.
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