Hateful_Fellow

Prime Earth faced a horrible cataclysm several hundred years ago and has now turned into a hub of Demons. Humans who once lived peacefully in this world couldn't do anything aside from trying their best to survive. Now, the only territory they had was a single continent out of the many out there, and it was the smallest one too.

Faced with a severe threat to their lives, the world did its best to give humans a chance. Since then, the Human Society changed its standards and power became the most important possession one could ever have.

Cedric, an unfortunate man who dealt with bad cards, lives his life as a convict of the Risk Management Center, drowning in his sorrows and bitterly clinging to his worthless life. That's until he was met with a life-changing opportunity that changed the way he viewed this world...literally.

Follow him as he uncovers the hidden and unspoken truths about the world he lives in while he fights for survival...through the Eyes of a Godking.

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Hello! Here's another work from yours truly! Thank you for checking it out.

Disclaimers:

1. Got the cover frrom pinterest, it's not mine, just edited it out.

2. There will be some errors here and there since I'm still working on my skills, I'll try to minimize them as much as I can, though.

3. I'm pushing for steady updates of 1 ch/day. I'll try to release more but please don't expect it since I have other priorities as well.

Ps. I still haven't decided if this is going to be a Harem or not. The story is still in development, after all. But I will update this once I've decided.

That's all, Peace!

Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

Within Cedric's workspace, the sound of constant hammering echoed.

Currently, Cedric is trying to create a sword. This isn't his first time obviously, but this one's a little bit special...that's of course considering that he succeeds in its creation.

He felt no discomfort despite the scalding heat of the forge. His mind was focused on his craft. Each time he struck his hammer at the metal lump, he shaped it according to the image he had in his mind.

Due to his sharp senses, he could tell everything that was happening to the metal. He knows where to strike to get rid of the remaining impurities, he knows how much force he needs to exert to coax the metal into the shape he wants.

He could also feel the resonance of energies dancing around him, seemingly anticipating the birth of a new creation, patiently awaiting until the process was finished to give it blessings.

Phantasmal Edge