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Take Me Away, Dark Lord!

#VillainDad #CuteProtagonist #Ghosts #Misunderstanding #Transmigration #SmartMC Mira realized two things the moment she woke up in the body of a nameless orphan in a fantasy novel: 1. She is a disposable "shrimp" destined to die in the crossfire of the main characters. 2. She is the only person in this world who can see the screaming, terrifying ghosts that haunt every corner of the empire. Tortured by the wails of the dead, Mira finds only one source of silence: Duke Kaelus von Nacht. Known as the "Dark Lord" and the "Emperor's Sword," Kaelus is a man so ruthless and soaked in bloodlust that even the ghosts are terrified to go near him. To the world, he is a monster. But to Mira, he is a walking, talking pair of noise-canceling headphones. Desperate for a good night's sleep, Mira clings to him, acting like a naive, affectionate child to secure her place by his side. She succeeds, but she miscalculated. Kaelus didn't adopt her out of kindness. He needed a disposable child to act as 'live bait' for the assassins targeting him. Now named Seraphina, she must navigate a deadly game of survival. She thinks she is using him as a ghost shield. He thinks she is a fearless prodigy who loves him. As Seraphina munches on poison berries and naps through ambushes to avoid seeing spirits, the cold-blooded Duke starts to ask the wrong questions. "Why does she only sleep when I am holding her?" "Why does she stare into space with such disdain?" "Is it possible... that I am a good father?" Spoiler: He is not. But he’s about to destroy an entire kingdom because someone woke her up. --- ### Excerpt "Your Highness, the Archduke," the aide whispered, trembling hard to cover his laughter from bursting out. "The child... she is clinging to your leg again." Kaelus looked down. The tiny creature known as Seraphina was attached to his calf like a barnacle, drooling on his pristine military trousers. "She is fearless," Kaelus murmured, misinterpreting her desperate need for his ghost-repelling aura as familial affection. "The assassins are approaching, yet she seeks comfort only in the eye of the storm. She is the perfect bait." Seraphina, currently trying to avoid eye contact with a headless ghost hovering three feet away, squeezed her eyes shut. 'Just don't move. If I let go, the headless guy will ask me where his nose is again.' "Sir," the aide hesitated. "She's... eating your cloak." "Let her eat," Kaelus commanded, drawing his sword. "Whatever she wants, she gets. Except for freedom."
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Multiverse DareDevils

The world did not end all at once. It broke — and then it kept breaking. After the sky fell on Terrosia, what remained was ash, silence, and children trying to survive among ruins that still burned. Cities lay hollow. The old boundaries were gone. And beyond the cracked streets, things that had never belonged there began to roam. Three brothers endured that aftermath together. Ryu burned through danger with reckless momentum, always moving, always pushing forward. Luto learned to think before the world could crush him, measuring risk where others panicked. And Onyx watched quietly — steady, observant, carrying weight that never left his shoulders. They did not grow up as heroes. They grew up surviving. Years passed in fragments — scavenged meals, narrow escapes, unspoken rules learned too young. The bond between them wasn’t forged by destiny, but by repetition. By habit. By the simple truth that none of them would still be alive alone. For a while, that was enough. Then Onyx disappeared. Taken not by monsters or chance, but by something deliberate — something that moved with purpose and left no answers behind. Whatever reached for him did not come from Terrosia… and it did not come by accident. Ryu and Luto refuse to accept the silence that follows. Their search drags them beyond the wreckage of their home and into a wider reality filled with fractured worlds, watching eyes, and forces that act from a distance, rarely revealing themselves and never explaining their reasons. Each step forward raises more questions than it answers — about the disaster that shattered their world, about the beings that now seem to be paying attention, and about why Onyx mattered enough to be taken. This is not a story of chosen saviors or instant rebellion. It is a story of brothers shaped by loss, moving forward without certainty. The sky has already fallen once. And somewhere beyond it, something is waiting.
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