Novels by ansus67

Darian paused for a moment. Then, he continued in a louder, firmer voice.“On the battlefield or in the world of darkness, whoever has the bigger fist is the law. Whoever is stronger has the right to speak.I believe that this is an iron rule that applies everywhere! Therefore, I have one goal: to be stronger and stronger. Only then will we not be bullied by others; only then can we protect those around us that we love, including our family and friends!”Darian let out a long sigh, looking at the now-silent arena. He walked towards Arvid, stopping a few steps in front of him.He looked down at Arvid, his face showing pent-up disappointment and pain.As a young master, Arvid had never been treated so harshly, despite his best efforts.“You go see Alex tomorrow. Tell him you're the team leader of the Shadow Army,” Darian said, his voice softer but still firm.“At least compared to the others, you have more courage to say what you think. You have the assets to become stronger.”Arvid was

All eyes were fixed on the small wooden stick in Darian’s hand—a symbol of leadership, authority, and power. The battle for command had begun. A heavy silence blanketed the arena. Twenty-five pairs of eyes locked onto the stick, each candidate sizing up their chances. Most dismissed Darian as a threat in this group fight, despite his reputation in one-on-one combat. They underestimated him—and they were wrong. Lyra, a muscular woman with arms like steel cables, leaned toward Jax, a tall man whose sharp gaze betrayed his confidence. “We attack together,” she whispered. “He can’t possibly fend off all of us at once.” Jax nodded in agreement. Together, they formed an imposing duo—two of the strongest candidates after Arvid. Their combined strength made them feel invincible. On the other side of the arena, a smaller, more agile group—including Briana and Rina—huddled quietly. They knew brute force wasn’t their advantage. Instead, they devised a strategy built on speed and cunning. Rat

The candidates stood ready, their spirits burning with determination, bracing themselves for challenges that would push them to the very edge of their capabilities. The days that followed at the basecamp felt like an inferno—not just any selection process, but a grueling series of physical and mental tests meticulously designed to sift out only the strongest from the strong. Each test was crafted not merely to challenge but to crush—to break spirits and force candidates into submission.The physical trials included cross-country runs spanning tens of kilometers through treacherous terrain, extreme weight training until exhaustion claimed every ounce of strength, and brutal simulated combat against seasoned instructors who showed no mercy. But it was the mental trials that cut dmost profoundisolation, sleep deprivation, intense interrogations, and high-pressure simulations meant to shatter even the sturdiest minds. Every day, five or so people fell by the wayside. Not always becaus

The swimming pool served as a sanctuary for cardio workouts and muscle recovery, while the tennis courts became a battleground for sharpening coordination and agility.Nestled near the pool was a recovery area equipped with a sauna, steam room, and massage chambers—a haven designed to soothe weary bodies after grueling training sessions and prevent injuries before they could take root.On the top floor, a tranquil therapy room offered solace and calm, where warriors could sit down with psychologists or mental coaches to fortify their resilience.This basecamp wasn't just a place of physical preparation; it was a home, meticulously crafted to nurture both body and mind. It was more than a training ground—a refuge, a testament to care and commitment.The crisp mountain air bit at exposed skin, yet an unyielding fire burned brightly across the sprawling field before the base camp.One hundred candidates for the special forces stood rigid in formation, their black uniforms stark against t

Blood of the Golden WolfThe blood of a mystical wolf endowed with rapid regenerative abilities. This blood enhances physical strength and bodily resilience, proving invaluable when facing formidable foes. The Golden Wolf can only be found in the northern territories, fiercely protected by packs of other wolves.Essence of the Divine Oil An oil renowned for its healing properties and ability to balance body energy. This oil also serves as a solvent in the process of pill-making.Darian nodded slowly, absorbing the information Kai presented through vivid mental visualization. He instantly had a clear picture of the locations he needed to visit and the materials he had to gather.“Excellent, Kai. I want you to direct Alex, Thomas, and Arvid to search for these materials. Each person should handle specific items based on their expertise.”'Understood, Master Darian. I will coordinate this mission efficiently. I will send them the location data and instructions.'Kai transmitted the data

Darian paused, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. His mind raced as he carefully chose his next words. "Now, we need to plan our next move. We need an elite force. Loyal soldiers, well-trained, and ready for whatever comes our way."Alex nodded, determination in his eyes. "I’ve already started contacting some contacts—former soldiers, mercenaries, a few martial artists we can trust."Thomas, always the pragmatic one, shifted the conversation. "I’ll handle logistics and funding. The Suryadi family fortune is more than enough to support this operation. We won’t lack resources."Arvid, whose methodical mind always spoke through structure, added, "I’ll focus on intelligence. We need to know every move the Emperor and the Metropolis Empire are making. Nothing can escape our attention."Darian’s lips curled into a small, appreciative smile as he looked at them, each showing a commitment that filled him with pride. "Good. You all show remarkable loyalty and capability. I’m proud to have