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Lord Of The Mysteries: Reborn In the City Of Silver As Capella?

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Kaito Suzuki was just another reclusive anime fan—seventeen, antisocial, and head priest of a niche online cult devoted to Capella Emerada Lugnica, the grotesquely seductive Witch of Lust from Re:Zero. Between fanfics, posters, and Discord sermons, Kaito had found his own form of salvation in the twisted charm of sin. One night, after half-heartedly skimming through the first chapter of Lord of the Mysteries, he falls asleep—only to awaken in horror, pain, and blood. Reincarnated in the cursed City of Silver, a land of thunder, exile, and secrets older than memory, Kaito is no longer just a boy with a questionable obsession. Within his soul now festers the Sin Factor of Lust, a forbidden power born of another world’s depravity. As he grows, Kaito must navigate cults, Watchers, sealed curses, and the ever-watchful eyes of the Church of the Storm. His very existence is an aberration in a world governed by Sequence and sanity—and the deeper he descends into the city's mysteries, the more he realizes: He wasn’t reborn by accident. Lust was invited. Can a heretic thrive in a city forsaken by time? Or will the Crimson Heretic be devoured by the very sin that gave him life?
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