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Born in Blood

His mother died when she gave birth to him, his father a physically abusive alcoholic. Life is not kind to Darius King. Darius would have dreams of being in a world of magic, but alas, his dreams would always end. He hated life, and life hated him, so he ended both his and his father's. When reincarnating into a peasant-like lifestyle as Liam, in the town of Ucladd, Darius realizes he has entered the world of cultivation! With his ambitious, ruthless, and curious nature combining into one, he paves a bloody path to power. Shifting his gaze from the Earth towards the Sky, nothing will stop him on his path for strength. "I will touch the stars... or die trying." ==================== Note: NO R-18, R**e, Romance or pre-marital handholding. I take no pleasure in writing such things. There's a bunch of killing and gruesome descriptions though. The novel is a bit slow in the first chapters, but after that, it picks up and gets significantly better. Also, the power system is similar to BotDS, but I've asked the author for permission to use it. It's also heavily inspired my writing, but the beginning is where its most prevalent. Discord: due to spam bots joining, the server is invite only. My discord tag is: covidcandy I welcome criticism and feedback with open arms, as long as it's actual advice. Note, if your review has any spoilers without the spoiler tag, I will have to delete it. One last note, if you're going to, please don't buy privilege by the end of the month since it'll reset at the starting of every month. Art is not mine - source: no clue. Please comment if you want me to take it down.

CovidCandy · Fantasy
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556 Chs

Death

Liam walked over to Eve's corpse and sat on his knees beside her, staring at her lifeless eyes fixed to the ceiling. 

"I kept saying I'll get you out, but that never really happened in the end, did it?"

The light in Liam's eye dimmed, turning murky and dark. Regret could be deduced from his golden retina, but it was laced with a veil of anger and frustration.

He stared solemnly at Eve's corpse.

'Ego, self love, self loathing, ambition, pride, passion, willpower… everything gets tested on this path to power. But knowing that, you still walked upon it – you've forfeit every right to complain. No matter what happens.'

Those were Lloyd's words when Liam began cultivating. In a sense, they were true.

Liam had taken countless lives. Young, old, guilty… innocent. He had no right nor ability to throw blame. Not with his own hands stained with so much blood.

Strangely, Revel's words surfaced next: