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

"Because that's the Universe's Will?" Dilan repeated the Old Librarian's reply in the form of a question, clearly showing his confusion.


The Old Librarian smiled at Dilan's reaction.


"The Universe, or precisely the Origin of the Universe doesn't want this God's Fragment to be destroyed. They want to use the power of the being they hated the most for something good. This is very important, apparently, since Damian was never actually at fault for what he had been forced to do to survive.


The Circumstances had always been shit for him and the powers he was born with didn't really leave him much leeway, either way!" The Old Librarian explained, sounding almost as if he was trying to defend the actions of a friend of his.


"Oh, okay…" Dilan merely replied, not sure what else he was supposed to say.


Muted