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

"This is almost too easy, don't you think so?" Dilan asked. He burst into laughter when he finished the last Tier 3 Ascenders around Clark Mekaz.


Dilan had held back a lot and had merely knocked out the Ascenders, instead of injuring, let alone killing them.


His body was shrouded in lightning currents and water bubbles revolved around his body as he looked straight at Clark.


"If you're too scared to fight me, just say the word, and we can enter the military base," Dilan said in a simple manner, not hiding that he enjoyed the uncertainty and trace of desperation in the eyes of the young man.


Clark Mekaz might be a few years older than him, but Dilan could easily tell that the young man had yet to learn a few things about the changes in the world.


In the past it might have been enough to be a Marshal, a General, or to belong to the most influential military family on the continent, but that was not the case anymore.


Pulp