Dan_Ryder

This is the story of a young noble devil within the Xertzul Abyss. Spoiled and dotted on since birth, James is your typical arrogant young master. He bullies and beats anyone he can find with the help of his butler Azon. His good days come to end though when he unlocks a useless Dao and is labeled as trash by his devil clan. With his fall from grace, James has to learn the value of hard work and effort if he ever wants to find his place within the heartless Abyss.

This is a true weak to strong story focusing on an evil protagonist. James has no moral compass and is riddled with character flaws that are fixed by his character development. If you want to skip Volume 1's character progression start reading at chapter 69 it is a full recap that allows you to start reading Volume 2.

This novel has logical character and strength development while the MC is given very little plot armor to help him along his path. In fact, most of the time the plot actively works against the mc.

Volume 2:

Seeing no further prospects under the protection of his clan Soulless (James) heads out alone in the cold dark Abyss. More mature themes are explored as the Soulless comes of age as an adult. His hopes, focus, and drive change as he matures through adulthood learning to stand on his own two feet. Mc starts to grow a little OP.

Volume 3:

Soulless embarks on a quest to the Western Frontier to create his own fief. By now the Mc is Op & Evil Incarnate.

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Devil's Rise

"Master Blacksmith Old Zaymore at your service. So young fellow, what type of weapons do you specialize in," said the elderly smith.


"Cursed weapons, the finest weapons in the land, sir," I said.


"Haha, cursed weapons, those lousy things. What have you been peddling them off to some lesser race?" said Old Zaymore.


My face flushed with embarrassment. That's exactly what I had been doing!


"I figured, while you are here you will learn proper blacksmithing skills. Everyone's lives depend on us. Grab anything you see and let's repair it together."


"My backlog never ends, so anything we can get back out to the field helps."


"Come, lad today you will be my striker so I can get an understanding of your skills."


A simple sword was my choice to repair. I placed it on the anvil, then grabbed the large sledgehammer on the side of the anvil. After grasping it, I struggled to even get the hammer to budge. Eventually, I had to channel my devil essence to pick the damned thing up.


A Two-Year Strike