The Outcast Returns From Another World As King Of Delinquents Manhua

As the first light of dawn peeked over the horizon, Iori stood before the fallen gate of the ancient citadel, his heart heavy with anticipation. A fierce wind whipped through his hair, carrying whispers of long-forgotten battles and untold secrets. "Let us begin, my king," a voice echoed in his mind, resonating with power as ancient as time itself. With a steady hand, Iori raised his sword high, the blade shimmering with ethereal energy. Behind him, his loyal companions stood ready, their unwavering resolve a testament to the bond they shared. The ground trembled as shadowy figures emerged from the ruins, their eyes full of malice and hunger for destruction. But Iori's eyes burned with determination, his gaze unwavering as he faced the oncoming horde. With a thunderous battle cry, he charged forward, his sword carving through the darkness with precision and grace. Each strike was a symphony of power and skill, a testament to the strength he had gained on his journey. As the last foe fell before him, Iori stood victorious, his chest heaving with exertion and pride. The citadel lay silent once more, its secrets safe within its ancient walls. "I am no longer the outcast," Iori declared, his voice ringing with newfound confidence. "I am the king of delinquents, the hero of a world reborn." And as the sun rose high in the sky, casting its warm embrace over the land, Iori knew that his journey was far from over. But with each step he took, he carried with him the knowledge that he was no longer alone. Together with his companions, he would face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that redemption and glory awaited those who dared to believe in themselves.