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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

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Liam struggled to hold back a broad smile as he listened to the Mayor's announcement.

Other than Alucard giving him a little smile, nobody seemed too happy for him. 

Right. This little game didn't make them friends. It made them group members. 

Even Spirit of Nature had a stony, firm face. Star Dust looked like an extraordinary item. 

A new country like Xoltrah could benefit greatly if they managed to secure such a reward. 

Though, that would incur danger as a result, hence the conflicted look that seemed to measure whether or not this game was even worth it to play. 

And of course, the Adjudicator looked disinterested in life. 

The Shadow Weaver looked calm despite losing.

Children cried when losing. Men felt a pang of regret, but moved on. Zeniths remembered but would never forget. 

They paid back their debts. 

Judging by her distant, abyssal eyes, Shadow Weaver was clear she was imagining something morbid.