Bosaliong

In the year 2000, the System arrived on Gaia and changed the world of mankind. The environment became volatile and organisms evolved. To the humans, the System offered a class-base progression with a myriad of skills just like in old RPG games. From magic to bloodlines, as long as people immersed themselves in their passions, the System would incorporate their interests into classes and skills. And with the rise of new powerhouses, old nations were brought down and new ones rose from the ashes, stabilizing and governing their evolved populace.

Around 500 years later since the dawn of the System, the story of our MC began. Drai was a musclehead, and his days were mostly spent for two purposes: becoming stronger and tougher! With his single-mindedness and crazy trainings he was finally offered a special class on the Revelation Day. From there on, his journey began. Starting from a prestigious academy and meeting his mentor and new friends, each with their own peculiarities, Drai steadily walked the path of power and invincibility. Party adventures, dark schemes, and veiled threats would accompany Drai throughout his journey.

Seed of Titan

Danny panted as he tried his best to dodge Drai's hand swing with his now much slower movements. The fight hadn't even lasted five minutes, but his arms were already sore and his grip was faltering. But how could they not be? Each time he landed a clean strike on any part of Drai's body, it felt like he was striking a lump of dense metal.

Eventually, Drai's fist managed to graze Danny's chest, causing him to wince as his footwork halted, and this brief opening was all it took for Drai's kick to land on his ribs.

Danny was sent tumbling through the shallow puddle before stopping not too far from the unconscious Frost. Amid his immense pain and exhaustion, his eyes shifted to Drai, who only took a split-second glance at him before rushing toward the exit.

'Fucking monster…' Danny thought before passing out, a barely visible smirk lingering on his face.

A Dry Grief