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The Useless Prince Is A Gangster

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DEATH COULDN’T KILL HIM—IT JUST GAVE HIM A NEW LIFE TO DESTROY. Reo Carter was a name that made even the hardest killers shudder. A perfect hitman—no hesitation, no mercy. Until his own crew turned on him, leaving him bleeding out in a pile of bodies that used to be his enemies. But fate wasn’t done with him. He wakes up in a world of nobility, magic, and honor duels—trapped in the body of Leonhardt Caulem, the weakest, most useless son of Duke Caulem. A spoiled brat with no skill, no spine, and a reputation so pathetic that even servants look down on him. They think he’s weak? They have no idea who they just brought back. - Swords and magic? He spent his last life dodging bullets—this is child’s play. - Dueling etiquette? A knife in the ribs is the only honor that matters. - A noble’s life of luxury? He’s had enough backstabbing for one lifetime, thanks. He was once a ghost in the underworld—a man who didn’t exist. Now, in a world where strength is everything, he’s about to remind them what true fear looks like. The hitman is back. And this time, he’s aiming for something more. #NobleByDayKillerByNature #TheyBroughtBackTheWrongMan #FromHitmanToDuke #SayYourLastWords
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