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The Rise Of A Tribal Deadbeat

Zok was the youngest son of the Chieftain of the Zukira tribe. But that was all he had going for him. To everyone else, he was known as the tribal deadbeat. Unlike his father and elder brother, he had no talents whatsoever and spent most of his days sleeping and eating. In a tribe full of great warriors, his existence was frowned upon. No one wanted to associate themselves with him. Until one day a mysterious cave appeared in the Zukira territory. The sudden appearance of such a cave wasn't a surprise as it was a common occurrence. These caves often had weird markings on them according to which the tribesmen classified them into different difficulties. This particular cave, however, was peculiar because it didn't have any markings on it. Thus the tribesmen decided to send in Zok along with a couple of others to go and investigate the cave. Zok was reluctant to do so but was forced by his family and under their pressure, he had to go in. The trio went inside the cave which turned out to be empty. There were no monsters inside, which was peculiar. The only thing inside was a pond filled with acid. Zok went to check the pond out but a moment later, he was pushed inside it. No one knew that the ones accompanying Zok were the ones who would try to kill him. However, instead of dying inside the pool of acid, Zok obtained a newfound power. A power that would forever change his destiny. Follow him on his journey for revenge, in the epic story: The Rise of a Tribal Deadbeat. *** Cover by: Joelin Tan

AkshatArpit · Fantasy
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89 Chs

I Am Vengeance (1)

Sand and dirt blew between the two forces as if even the land itself had gotten restless, waiting for them to fight. But the land wasn't alone. Soon the skies were shrouded with dark impenetrable clouds. Winds started to blow at a frightening speed, and yet for the opponents, it felt as if the time had been frozen. 

Naalnish was confused. The trap was strong enough that even the aberrated beasts could not put a scratch on it. Yet this kid broke it apart as if it was made with twigs. There was something... weird about the kid. Enough to make Naalnish's skin crawl.

'I have just met this bastard and I hate him already... the look in his eyes, his stance, his smell... everything about him makes me want to kill him.'

He then looked around and saw the corpse of three of his underlings. Blood was still oozing out of their bodies and staining the soil beneath them. It was a sight naalnish had not expected to see out there, not after such a long time.