HideousGrain

Dilan, 21-years-old, was anything but ordinary. He sought adrenaline wherever he could. 
Life didn’t feel worth living on the small blue planet he was born on.
However, it was a seemingly ordinary night on new year’s eve that everything changed!

A raging storm manifested on the mountainside he had climbed on to feel free, to escape the ordinary world that bored him to death.
And death was what awaited him eagerly as he was flung through the air, just to be pricked by an old, seemingly ancient tree trunk.
Not even a miracle would be enough to save him anymore.
But it was just at this moment that something much bigger than a miracle happened.
Every single existence on the blue planet got connected to the Log of the Ancient, something most would label as “Status”.

The ordinary and mundane world changed forever, turning into a bloody and merciless battlefield as the Primordial Ascension unsealed the shackles that weighed on the planet for millions of years.

Mythical mana was unleashed, animals began to mutate, zombies emerged, and monsters known from fairy tales appeared out of Gates.

Follow the journey of a man, who seeks adrenaline, who embraces pain, who overcomes death itself …a man, who will become an Undying existence!

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P.S Romance/R.18(any type of love yk) will start 250 earliest.

Undying Warlord

In the end, a total of 71 Ascenders had died that day.


Many more were severely injured, but they had survived.


When Dilan returned to their new base, he didn't say a word.


He stayed silent and ignored the gazes that lingered on him.


Most Survivors had heard of the tragedy that had befallen their comrades, and almost all of them couldn't believe that their strong protectors were no more to save them.


It may not be difficult to become an Ascender, but the 71 Ascenders, who had died, had been special. They were Tier-1 Ascenders, most with Rare occupations at that.


Their strength had been a force to reckon with, yet, they had died... just like that…


Instead of a great opportunity, the Pagoda of Time had now turned into an emblem of danger and death to the Survivors. They swore to stay away from it as far as possible and to never approach it if it was not necessary.


Silence