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]

"Disrupt the flow of essence?" I echoed, my voice growing sharp. "What do you mean?"

"The Apocalyptic Dragon is tied to the essence of the world," James explained quickly. "When it awakens, it devours the ambient essence to fuel itself. That means every creature, every realm, every leyline will be drained. Your evolution will stop. Your Codex—"

"Enough!" I roared, my aura flaring with sudden intensity. The air around us distorted, rippling as though reality itself bent to my will. James staggered back, his sparrow letting out a panicked chirp as it circled erratically above him.

The silence that followed was deafening. I let it stretch, watching as he struggled to compose himself. My third eye narrowed, scanning him for even the faintest sign of deception.

He's desperate. But he's not lying.

Finally Out Of The Badlands, Onwards To The Humans!