He was a simple man in his past life – a masseuse, not a hero. His hands were trained to heal pain, not cause it. But when fate dragged him into another world, those same hands became the only thing keeping him alive.

Unlike the chosen ones who gain holy blessings or unrivaled power, he has nothing but skill, wit, and stubbornness. He doesn’t seek glory, nor does he dream of leaving his name in history.

But the world has other plans.
A kingdom built on lies. Families fighting for power in the shadows. Betrayals hidden behind smiles. And he? He’s caught in the middle, forced to navigate schemes that could devour him whole.

He isn’t the strongest. He isn’t the bravest. But sometimes, the man who doesn’t want the spotlight… is the one who survives it.
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I get this alot so I'm going to clarify:

This is not a smut novel, there will be romantic scenes but not as pronounced.

With my left foot widened and my right foot crouched slightly in front of me, I took a deep breath and chose not to activate any of my skills except for the ones related to the scythe.


• Increses stealth of the user by 70% and any other stealth related skills. 


• Increases mana capacity and circulation by 40%


• Increases effects of any scythe – related skills by 50%


• Forms a defensive shield automatically when in use.


• One – time teleportation of the user when a life – threatening event occurs.


My mind went blank as I stared at the abilities of the Cloak and finally understood why they were so highly sought after. My respect for Kurt also rose a few levels too.


"What are you zoning out for?!". Kurt shouted from the rock seat he was on.


Chapter 35 - Square one