It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor of Mankind has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies.
Now since the golden dick bag can't get out of his wheelchair, I am going to fix this literally God forsaken universe even if I have to smash it together in a new Big Bang if I have too.
I want to rate Azazel’s work higher, but it really bothers me that they ask people to pay for more chapters without putting effort into editing. I can’t help but wonder if the money they make could at least go toward an editing tool—like the premium version of Grammarly. I genuinely enjoy their stories, but a bit more polish would go a long way.
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