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 sun was dipping low, its golden rays spilling across the vast, desolate expanse of The Grave of Swords. I stood on the crest of a hill, my tail swaying slowly behind me as I took in the sight. The name fit—it was a battlefield frozen in time. Swords of all shapes and sizes jutted from the earth, some small and ornate, others towering monoliths that seemed to pierce the heavens.

The place radiated an eerie serenity, as though it remembered every battle that had been fought here. The air felt thick with stories—victories, defeats, and desperate last stands. My system pinged softly, drawing my attention.

[Current Location: Grave of Swords. Distance to Central Human Kingdom: 2,300 kilometers.]

I let out a low hum, scanning the endless sea of blades that stretched before me. So, this is where armies came to die. There was something beautiful about it, in a grim sort of way.

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