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 Badlands stretched endlessly before him, a desolate wasteland of molten rivers and jagged volcanic peaks. James stood at the edge of the ashen landscape, the dry, acrid wind biting at his exposed skin despite his protective gear. His mechanical gauntlets hummed softly as he adjusted the visor over his eyes, which displayed a translucent map of the area projected from his portable navigation unit. He could already feel the tension in the air, the weight of something ancient and destructive lurking just beyond the horizon.

I shouldn't have come here. This is a terrible idea.

He sighed, pulling a small cylindrical device from his pouch. The moment he activated it, a tiny, bird-like construct—his personal creation—unfolded itself with intricate, clockwork precision. The sparrow stretched its wings, golden filigree catching the dim light as its eyes glowed with an eerie blue energy.

Who Is This Naked. . .Godbeast?