"So that's it. Shree Yan, your life is not darker than mine." Shree Yan sighed. "But your story will be sad for others. But not for me."
The clan's name is the Magar clan.
But the true name is the Rana Magar clan. But for easier understanding, they chose it.
Suddenly Shree Yan's stomach slowly got pain. The reason is that, before, Shree Yan ate Rana. (राना) in Nepal simply means (a king). But in the novel, Rana is a worm.
This is not an ordinary worm, it's a magical creature.
A king has so much knowledge. So it means (king worm), who can detect and transfer details into the human brain.
In the Rana world, there are ten rare magical creatures, weapons or artifacts, and many other creatures, artifacts, and weapons.
Shree Yan sits on the bed. He starts the concert in the inner body.
He started gathering his willpower and trying to stabilize the rana. The rana was instantly moving.
After one hour, he finally succeeded in stabilizing the rana.
Knock! Knock!
Someone started knocking on the door of Shree Yan's room. Shree Yan said, "Coming." A girl stepped into Shree Yan's room. She looked at Shree Yan with a joyful smile.
She walked forward to Shree Yan. She sits on the bed. She is the same age as Shree Yan. In her hands there is a wooden circle bucket, in the bucket where there was water.
She brought it because he wanted to wash his face.
In the previous life of Shree Yan, she was trying to seduce Shree Yan. After his mother died, but she wasn't successful. Also in this life, she will not be successful flirting with Shree Yan.
She was a spy of Niang Ming. She has no feelings for Shree Yan. She just wants to use him as a tool for raising her and her family. This was the day where Shree Yan locked himself in the room for three years, and the day he was reincarnated, only one month had passed.
Crack!
Shree Yan cracks her neck and she is dead. Shree Yan doesn't show his emotions. His gaze was so cold and he was calm.
There's no value of servants, nothing more than trash. She was trying to kill him, on top of that, who is the patriarch of the future.
Shree Yan's lips curled and smiled lightly. "Niang Ming, if you want to play a battle with me, remember that. I won't be a challenger... I would be a master, and you will be a challenger!" This was a 700-year-old demon pulling words! He is a master; Niang Ming is a child in front of Shree Yan.
Shree Yan stepped onto the window ledge and looked down. Below him lay a garden filled with beautiful flowers, swaying gently in the wind. Yet, in one quiet corner of that beauty, there was a small, dark hole in the ground.
A rat crawled out.
Moments later, a snake slithered out from the same hole, its cold eyes locked onto its prey. The rat ran.
It ran desperately, its tiny body trembling, pushing itself beyond its limits. For two or three minutes, it struggled with everything it had, refusing to give up.
But after twenty-seven steps… its body suddenly stopped.
Silence.
In the end, the snake caught up and swallowed it whole. Its destiny had ended there. Shree Yan watched quietly, his expression unreadable.
"In this world… weakness is a sin," he murmured. "The weak do not choose their fate — they become part of someone else's."
He turned away from the window, a faint shadow crossing his eyes.
That disappointment was not only for the rat… but for all living beings. "If life is nothing but suffering for the powerless…" he thought, "then what is the meaning of living like this?"
He paused.
Then his gaze hardened. "No… dying is not the answer. If this world devours the weak… then I will become someone it cannot devour."