Norobo

Cliche. Another monster progression story. That was probably what you thought when you read the title of my story. And, I can't lie, for the most part, it probably is.

But, what else am I supposed to do when I've been thrusted into a world that could kill me in an instant? There's nothing to do but to progress, to devour and evolve. You would do the same too.

Such is the basis of a monster.

Such is the right of any living being. 

So that's what I did. I ate, I killed and I hoarded anything I could get my big limbs on. Friendship, allies and love? There used to be a little god calling himself "Heaven's Equal" who spouted of such things, before I ate him. The world went pretty quiet after that.

Follow my story. Read for yourself how I evolved from a little monster in a lake I thought was the ocean, all the way into the Titan Of Destruction. 


What To Expect:

- A relatively quick progression story

- Ruthless, I mean - Fang Yuag levels - of ruthless protagonist. 

- A system? that grows stronger along with the protagonist

- Big Monsters Duking It Out, with minimal humans/beastmen/elves, etc. . .focus. Basically, monsterverse without annoying ass humans ruining the show.

- Did I mention that the protagonist was pretty evil?

God, Help Us All [Monster Evolution/Progression/LitRPG]

<p>The human's face paled, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he fumbled over his words. "I… I didn't mean any offense," he stammered, voice cracking. His fear was tangible, an acrid scent in the air that Arthur found somewhat amusing. The man tried to steady his breathing, his gaze flickering between Arthur's blood-red horns and the razor-sharp claws flexing against the rocky ground.</p>

<p>Arthur observed him with mild curiosity, far more than he'd afforded to most creatures in the Scorching Badlands. There was something faintly interesting about this human—a trace of energy unfamiliar yet not completely foreign. It wasn't the raw, primal essence he'd sensed from other creatures he'd devoured, but it was there nonetheless, stirring some buried instinct within him.</p>

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