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]

The heat of the Scorching Badlands had grown intolerable, but it was nothing compared to the oppressive weight pressing on their minds. James stumbled over loose volcanic rock, clutching his head as a psychic whisper slithered through his thoughts. It wasn't words, not exactly—just a sensation of hunger, anger, and overwhelming presence. His breaths came in ragged gasps as he tried to focus on the path ahead.

Kael growled low in his throat, his amber eyes flickering as he darted ahead, scanning the jagged terrain. "Something's watching us," he said, his claws twitching. "I can feel it."

Sylvia's wings flared slightly, casting a dim glow over the group. She wiped sweat from her brow, her ethereal composure cracking under the strain. "It's not something—it's him. The source. The beast." Her voice wavered, the psychic pressure weighing on her as heavily as the others.

Outer Madness