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Reverend Insanity: The Blood Architect

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A soul from Earth transmigrates into the Southern Border’s Black Blood Stockade. No system, no cheats, only the memories of the survival laws from the world of Reverend Insanity. Lin Mu, with only B-grade aptitude, knows he is but a moth to the flame in this cruel world. To reach the peak, he must become more ruthless than the demonic path and more hypocritical than the righteous path. He starts by intercepting the legendary Liquor Worm, the very treasure that began Fang Yuan's legend. In this world, there is no right or wrong, only benefits. Follow Lin Mu as he uses his knowledge of the future to refine the world itself into his own blood-colored path. What to Expect: 1.ruthless MC: No harem, no romance, only benefits. 2.Deep Schemes: High-IQ battles and cold-blooded survival. 3.Daily Updates: At least 1 chapter every day! Author’s Note (Originality & Translation): This is a work of fanfiction inspired by Reverend Insanity. The plot and original characters are created by me. I utilize AI tools for translation and localizing the prose to ensure the best "RI style" reading experience. Read up to 5 Chapters Ahead on Patreon: https://patreon.com/yokocat0618
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