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BORN OF DOOM Chapter 77: THE SHIFTING INFERNO
The Shifting Inferno Noah’s boots crunched against the rocky terrain as he stepped into the ominous expanse of The Shifting Inferno. The air was heavy with ash and heat, the sky an eerie crimson streaked with black clouds. The ground beneath him radiated warmth, a forewarning of the volatile nature of the terrain. A faint rumble echoed through the ground, a precursor of what lay ahead. "This place feels alive," Noah muttered under his breath, his voice laced with unease. Despite his nerves, his determination remained steadfast. He clenched his fists, the faint warmth of his own fire sparking in his palms. The landscape before him was ever-changing. Magma Rivers snaked unpredictably across the ground, forming natural obstacles. Occasionally, the land would tremble violently, splitting apart to reveal glowing fissures that belched smoke and flames. Noah quickly realized that standing still was not an option. As he moved forward, he began to map the patterns in the shifting terra
BORN OF DOOM CHAPTER 78: BREAKTHROUGH
As Noah pressed on, the oppressive heat of the volcanic terrain began to shift. The air grew cooler, and a sharp, cutting wind howled through the landscape. The ground beneath him was now a mix of hardened lava and jagged stone, and his fire magic felt sluggish, the gusts sapping the energy from his flames. "Perfect," Noah muttered, wrapping his arms around himself against the biting wind. He pressed forward cautiously, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger. It wasn’t long before the sky above darkened, and the shrill cries of creatures pierced the air. Four massive sparrows, each the size of a small house, descended from the turbulent sky. Their feathers shimmered like polished obsidian, and their beaks glowed faintly with fiery embers. The sparrows circled him like vultures, their keen eyes locking onto him as they dove in turns. Noah barely managed to dodge the first strike, the force of the bird's claws gouging deep trenches into the ground. He retaliated with a blast o
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 1: DEATH
On a street in Lagos, a young man at the age of 18 was walking mindlessly with a lifeless look in his eyes, he held a bottle of strong alcohol, taking constant gulps without mindling the irritated glances directed towards him. Been born an orphan with no one to call family, that was just a scratch to his thoughts, the worst part is been born in a country where education is everything and he couldn't afford it...he has been living on the street since he was eight and has done many odd job and terrible things to survive.As if life still felt he haven't had enough.....he was dragged in a mob group where stealing and killing are the order of the day, the rich use them for their dirty jobs and dumb them when they are done...with the statement "it's strictly business nothing personal ".From a timid 8 years boy, pushing through hardship, loneliness, pain, suffering, hunger, sorrow. Having to either steal from neighbors....ahh, he doesn't even have one. Having to go steal from people walkin
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 2: Unknown
What the hell just happened? Why is everything so dark? What happened to me, where am i? What the heck is going on here?, how did I end up in this dark place? Huh...where is my body, why can't I feel it?Having a feeling of foreboding and not being able to feel his body, panick immediately set in, fear gripping his heart....oh the dead don't have working hearts.Damn it!...who the hell brought me here, how did I end here? Is this it... am I dead? Wow so I died or is it someone playing with me, anybody here? What the f**k am I doing here and where the f**k am i? DAMN IT!!!Not being able to feel his body, his consciousness wandered around the darkness aimlessly. He stayed in the dark void for what seems to be eternity with not even a flash of light or a blink. After so many days which he lost count of.....a light shone, a very bright light, it was so bright to a level that there wasn't an hint or trace of darkness. The young man shot his eyes tightly so as not to go blind...well his
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 3: A NEW LIFE
In a world where the strong and powerful rules, a world where cultivation and more likes lives. A world full of different species and magical beasts.This side of the world have a clear blue sky with few or no clouds, bright sunshine, and a gentle breeze that makes body relaxed and refreshed. The temperature is typically comfortable, neither too hot nor too cold, making it pleasant to be outside. The air feels fresh and crisp, with perhaps a hint of floral scents. Visibility is high, allowing for stunning views of the surrounding villages filled with lush green fields, sparkling clean waters and surrounded by majestic mountains. The atmosphere feels serene and inviting, encouraging outdoor activities and a sense of well-being.The lifestyle of the people inhabitants are generally healthy, as the pleasant weather encourages regular physical activity and time spent in nature. There's a sense of community, as people are more likely to interact and form bonds in shared public spaces. The
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 4: TALENT
Words of the chief awakened adventurer having a new born after so many years spread out like wild fire.The news about the child born on the day of a sudden eclipse, spread all through the brightvale clan, making people wonder if the child is related to the strange phenomenon or if he was just fortunate or unfortunate to be born on that same day.When the news got to Mark who was about to receive a new mission to aid his family, he immediately quit the mission and rushed back to the village located at the outskirt of brightvale clan. Mark was happy to see his wife safe and healthy, he made sure that she was okay before proceeding to check on his child who was fast asleep.The young man in the flesh of a newborn stirred in his sleep before opening his blue eyes to stare at the man who was caressing his hair.' why can't you just let me sleep ugh' he thought as he stared the man down with murder in his eyes.Mark flinched and unconsciously took two steps back, unknowingly to him, a bid
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 5: AWE
After several years of Mark patiently waiting for his first son to show any signs of early stage awakening like his junior siblings, there was no single sign, nothing changed so far. Ever since his siblings had being admitted into Starfall academy which is located in one of the four countries. They were handpicked when the Starfall country's ambassador came to select talents in each clans. Every three years, each country takes turns to send their ambassadors to each clans to select children who are called 'the gifted' they are children who awaken their abilities at an early stage. As gifteds, vondrel's siblings were taken too.Vondrel has long gotten used to being alone and having no one to relate with, other than his parents and few people.He kept preparing for the upcoming day where he and all the children at the age of sixteen would journey to one of the country of their choice between the four countries to participate in the general awakening process. It is a day that every ch
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 6: FAILURE
As Vondrel's name boomed through the air, his heart skipped a beat. He ascended the first step of the platform, his foot hovering momentarily as if anchored by doubt. The weight of a thousand expectant eyes weighed on him, making his heart tremble with nervousness. In a desperate attempt to calm his racing thoughts, he turned his gaze to where his mother seated. Calming his raising heart, he pushed all thoughts to the back of his head, he then walked up the platform and reached out and placed his hand on the dormant floating crystal, its stillness a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within him. But to his surprise, there was no response, no spark, no sign of life - only an unsettling silence that seemed to amplify his growing unease. The crystal's stillness seemed to mock him, its inactivity a stark contrast to the maelstrom of emotions churning inside Vondrel.' what is going on, why is it not responding. Is it damaged or am I not doing it right??' he thought, having a feeling
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CHAPTER 78: BREAKTHROUGH
As Noah pressed on, the oppressive heat of the volcanic terrain began to shift. The air grew cooler, and a sharp, cutting wind howled through the landscape. The ground beneath him was now a mix of hardened lava and jagged stone, and his fire magic felt sluggish, the gusts sapping the energy from his flames. "Perfect," Noah muttered, wrapping his arms around himself against the biting wind. He pressed forward cautiously, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger. It wasn’t long before the sky above darkened, and the shrill cries of creatures pierced the air. Four massive sparrows, each the size of a small house, descended from the turbulent sky. Their feathers shimmered like polished obsidian, and their beaks glowed faintly with fiery embers. The sparrows circled him like vultures, their keen eyes locking onto him as they dove in turns. Noah barely managed to dodge the first strike, the force of the bird's claws gouging deep trenches into the ground. He retaliated with a blast o
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Chapter 77: THE SHIFTING INFERNO
The Shifting Inferno Noah’s boots crunched against the rocky terrain as he stepped into the ominous expanse of The Shifting Inferno. The air was heavy with ash and heat, the sky an eerie crimson streaked with black clouds. The ground beneath him radiated warmth, a forewarning of the volatile nature of the terrain. A faint rumble echoed through the ground, a precursor of what lay ahead. "This place feels alive," Noah muttered under his breath, his voice laced with unease. Despite his nerves, his determination remained steadfast. He clenched his fists, the faint warmth of his own fire sparking in his palms. The landscape before him was ever-changing. Magma Rivers snaked unpredictably across the ground, forming natural obstacles. Occasionally, the land would tremble violently, splitting apart to reveal glowing fissures that belched smoke and flames. Noah quickly realized that standing still was not an option. As he moved forward, he began to map the patterns in the shifting terra
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Chapter 76: ASSIGNING MISSIONS
In a dimly lit room, four figures stood at attention, their postures tense and their gazes fixed on the dominatingly beautiful woman seated before them. She radiated an aura of authority, her piercing eyes scanning each of them in turn. Her voice, calm yet commanding, broke the silence. “I have a mission for the four of you,” she began, her words deliberate. She paused, her gaze flickering across their uncertain faces. “You will receive no heads-up about the mission. No details. Just know this: the outcome is entirely up to you.” The group exchanged uneasy glances, but none dared speak. “Abbie,” a deep voice interrupted. The speaker was Stelio, with his mechanical arm that gleamed in the dim light. He stood beside her, his expression stern. “Don’t you think you should at least brief them? Give them some kind of hint?” Abbie turned her head slightly, one elegant eyebrow arched. “Anything, Stelio?” “I’m just saying,” he replied evenly, “sending them in blind feels reckless. At
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Chapter 75: PREPARATION
Miss Abbie leaned back in her chair, her sharp gaze fixed on the four young men standing before her. Their account of their mission had been detailed, recounting their encounter with a raccoon-type beast at the Hyper tier and a snail beast at the Sidon tier. The crystals harvested from the creatures now lay on the table, their faint glow casting eerie reflections on the walls of the dimly lit room. “So,” she began, her voice calm but with an edge of coldness, “you claim to have successfully taken down a Sidon-tier beast.” “Yes, ma’am,” one of the young men replied, his voice steady, though a flicker of unease crossed his face. Miss Abbie’s lips pressed into a thin line. Her gaze swept over them, sharp enough to cut through steel. “Impressive. I hope you understand what such accomplishments mean—and what they demand from you moving forward.” Stelio, sitting nearby with his arms crossed, offered a wide grin. “They’ve grown a lot, Abbie. Look at them—young, capable, and now stron
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Chapter 74: COSMOS BAPTISM
The beautiful woman gazed at Vondrel with an enigmatic smile, her delicate hand extended toward him. "Let me have your blades," she said, her voice calm but carrying an undertone of authority. Vondrel hesitated but eventually complied with the woman's request. These twin blades were his most trusted companions, their power familiar yet mysterious. He couldn’t help but feel wary, but the lack of hostility in her aura made him reconsider. Finally, he nodded, summoning the Kyokai into his hands. The moment they appeared, the air grew heavy with their presence, the sharp hum of latent energy filling the space, the blades shimmered faintly, their edges pulsating with an enigmatic light.. He handed the blades over, watching as she grasped them with an almost reverent touch. “These are extraordinary,” she murmured, her delicate fingers brushing the hilts of the twin swords. Her touch seemed to awaken something within the weapons, as subtle ripples of energy coursed along their length. Ho
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Chapter 73: REBIRTH
After narrating the origins of the Gohu race to Vondrel, the woman clasped her slender hands together, her bright smile radiating warmth and confidence. “Now that you know a part of our history, it’s time to make you the perfect ruler of the entire race,” she declared. “I still don’t understand,” Vondrel muttered, his tone a mix of hesitation and doubt. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze gentle yet questioning. “What is it that you don’t understand?” she asked. Vondrel sighed and continued. “If I were to piece this together, it’s clear there are others more suitable than me. Surely, you have candidates within your race who would be better choices.” He turned to face her fully, his tone firmer. “Besides, I’m not even one of you. I come from another race entirely.” Her smile softened, though her gaze remained unwavering. “You’re not wrong. There have been other candidates, and perhaps there are still others more suitable out there,” she admitted. Then, stepping closer to him, he
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Chapter 72: HISTORY OF THE GOHU RACE 2
“Drink,” she offered, raising her own cup. Vondrel hesitated, watching as she took a long, deliberate sip. Then, cautiously, he brought the cup to his lips. The moment the liquid touched his tongue, his senses lit up. The initial taste was a harmonious blend of sweet and tangy, reminiscent of the juiciest summer fruit. A warmth followed, spreading through his body like liquid sunlight, soothing his battered muscles and clearing his mind. Beneath the sweetness was a subtle, smoky complexity, paired with a cooling herbal finish that lingered on his palate. It wasn’t just a drink; it was an experience. “What is this?” he asked, his voice almost reverent. “A gift of the ancients,” she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “An elixir crafted from celestial fruits and the purest springs of the earth. It revitalizes the body and mind, a rare treasure.” Vondrel took another sip, savoring the taste. For a moment, he forgot his fatigue, lost in the drink’s unparalleled flavor. “This i
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Chapter 71: HISTORY OF THE GOHU
As Vondrel was whisked away from the suffocating darkness, a refreshing sensation coursed through his body, leaving him standing in an ancient throne room that seemed untouched by time. The space exuded a sense of grandeur and authority, the kind that demanded reverence from anyone who dared enter. Intricate patterns and carvings adorned the walls, depicting swirling wyverns and fierce battles from eras long past. The air itself felt heavy with power, carrying a faint, almost melodic hum that resonated through the chamber. The centerpiece of the room was an imposing throne set upon a raised dais, commanding attention as if it were the heart of the realm. The throne was carved from a shimmering obsidian-like stone, its surface interwoven with veins of glowing blue that pulsed faintly, reminiscent of a heartbeat. Its design was both elegant and brutal, with sharp edges and fluid curves blending seamlessly. Behind the throne loomed a towering wyvern carved from the same stone, its wings
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Chapter 70: TEST
Lucin’s unconscious body was encased in a floating, translucent sphere, suspended in stasis. Meanwhile, Vondrel found himself plunged into an endlessly warping dark void. The shifting space felt strangely familiar, triggering an unsettling sense of déjà vu. “Just show yourself already,” Vondrel growled, his voice heavy with irritation. “I don’t have time for this.” He waited, standing in the disorienting expanse, his patience wearing thin. Despite his heightened senses, there was no response—no movement, no energy signature, just the ceaseless warping of space. Vondrel clenched his fists, frustration bubbling within him. Is this some kind of endurance test? he wondered, his thoughts brimming with exasperation. Why does this feel exactly like the chaos I experienced during my transmigration? Can't they give me a break? Glancing down at his bruised, battered body, Vondrel grimaced. His usually rapid healing had slowed, his strength visibly waning. He heaved a weary sigh, realizi
