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]

Thrain paused, gripping his hammer. "Hear what? All I can hear is your whining."

Kael ignored him, his muscles coiling. "Something's wrong. It's too quiet."

James adjusted his goggles, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. The scanner in his hand emitted a faint hum, the light on its surface flickering erratically. "I'm picking up... something. It's faint, but it feels like a distortion."

Sylvia's luminous wings flared slightly, casting a soft glow around them. "Stay close. If there's an attack coming, I'll protect us."

They pressed forward cautiously, the volcanic terrain growing more jagged with every step. The ground beneath their feet cracked and hissed, steam rising from unseen vents. Shadows danced along the edges of their vision, unnatural and fleeting.

Low and guttural, it reverberated through the air, freezing them in place. Kael's claws extended instinctively, and even Thrain gripped his hammer tighter.

Eyes Wide Shut