DUSK_IS_ME

What happens when a suicide attempt to escape life ,gives you the power to escape death itself, this is the story of Ethan who gets transmigrated into a fantasy Novel he once read ,but unlike the usual where the MC gets transmitted into an extra or a killed third son of a tyrant ,Ethan is transmigrated into the Main character,Asha a god killer who possessed the power that even the Gods don’t possess, TRUE IMMORTALITY, watch as Ethan try  to manoeuvre the world full of gods and god descendants ,
Will he choose different choices,or will he follow what happens in the novel and kill all the gods 
This is the story of ASHA the immortal, son of HADES 

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(NA the pic in the wallpaper is not mine ,if u want it removed I would gladly do so )
(inspiration was taken from two of my favourite light novels [Rise of the Eromancer] \ [Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades] 
aside from inspiration this story is purely original

(NA : just read it fam ,yes u ,no you ,yes I know u are reading this ,this novel will probably change your life ,no diddy)

REBORN AS THE SON OF HADES GOD OF THE UNDERWORLD

There was nothing but chaos, although Asha didn't kill anyone; others did.

Asha was already a member of the school, so even if the people around him didn't meet the requirements for the test,

he would still pass. People were falling like flies, each dying with every second, golden blood covering the floors as if resembling a painting crafted by a madman.

The blood moved, creating an effect of a frictionless surface.

To some, this was a privilege, but to others, it was the devil's plan, because one slip could result in one's death.

Screaming and shouting, everyone became nothing but murderers, but Asha, sitting on what seemed to be stairs, was only looking at this ongoing, pending madness.

He had forgotten the whole meaning of the novel, forgotten the whole aspect and depth; it was death.

Although the novel never exaggerated it, death was the center, and its main character was some type of reaper, an undying parasite that comes to collect the bodies and souls of those who call themselves gods.

It would be no exaggeration to call Asha a madman, for in the novel, he even killed his own father.

These were just future events from the novel, but now what Asha was seeing was the real thing: real blood, real corpses, real souls leaving bodies.

It was scary, frightening, but for some reason, beautiful. He had never thought such a sight would exist; it was more beautiful than any beautiful view he had ever seen.

With each death, he seemed to feel the soul crying to him, the souls of the dead calling to him, as if singing a beautiful ascending song, a song that had a sound as if made to praise a king.

Suddenly, Asha remembered why: it was because of his ability [SOUL EATER], an ability that could let him grow stronger by eating souls.

How could he have forgotten, the second most powerful ability in his arsenal? As he thought for a moment, he felt a little uneasy because these were the souls of real dead people.

He knew that if he ate them, they would not make it to the underworld; he knew that if he ate them, they would die like soulless gods. But this was not a novel; this was reality. Flashing his thoughts away from his consciousness, how could he hesitate?

He knew the world he had transmigrated into, so why?

This was a world of no peace, no joy, no happiness unless you have power, and Asha, more than anyone knew what he had to protect.

He had everything to lose, that's why he had to take advantage of everything.

Standing up, looking at the crowd below him, raising his left hand and pointing at nothing,

"Feed me," he commanded, with a voice as low as royalty. Suddenly, his body seemed to change; souls, only seen by him, moved to his body at speeds unhuman, so quick he could only see white flashes.

Dropping to the ground from the pain, his eyes becoming dark, seemingly closing the white textures they once had, making his full eyes turn completely abyss.

His muscles became tenser, his veins pushing more blood, his mouth wide open as if trying to release screams.

[SOUL EATER] was not meant to cause this much pain, but the number of souls was too much, ranging from thousands, his body rapidly trying to absorb them.

"Ahhh," he finally let out a scream. The cameras that were watching were confused; the boy who seemed to be in unimaginable pain looked completely fine, so what was happening, they thought.

Could it be that he was attacked? No! They had seen his previous fights, and that wouldn't be possible, but why? Why did he look to be in so much pain? But behind those people asking herself the same question was the grandmaster, her face completely still and expressionless.

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