Valar_Morghulis01

Shadow was an assassin with no family, no friends, and no purpose beyond the missions assigned to him. Kidnapped at the age of five and forced to serve a ruthless assassin organization for fifty long years, his life was a series of shadows and bloodshed. On the eve of his fifty-fifth birthday, he completed his final mission with hope in his heart. A hope that freedom and a better life were finally within reach.

But that hope was shattered. Betrayed by the very organization he had devoted his life to, Shadow was ruthlessly killed, his decades of loyalty repaid with treachery. As his life slipped away, he swore one thing.

"If he had a second chance, he would live life on his terms, unshackled and free".

In the void between life and death, Shadow's soul was met by "Syl". The enigmatic Shadow Monarch's System. Syl offered him what he craved most. Another chance at life, but in a world far different from his own. Without hesitation, Shadow accepted, eager to grasp the life he was denied.

Reborn into a realm of gods, magic, and chaos, Shadow soon learns the truth.

He is a Wild Card, a pawn in the gods’ celestial game. Amere source of entertainment for their whims. But Shadow is no ordinary human. With the sarcastic and unpredictable Syl by his side, a glitching system that grants him powers beyond imagination, he embarks on a journey to defy the gods and forge his destiny.

My Shadow Monarch's System

Liora felt it, she had tried her best to keep shut, felt the reverberations of Shadow's battle with the demon, she had seen him get beaten beyond compare, brutalized, broken and tossed about like a rag doll.

She knew he had given up his life to save hers, she felt it in the command he had given her, yet she could do nothing against the barrier the demon had set up, nothing but watch her brother get beaten to death.

But now, now she wasn't sure what was going on.

She was sure that Shadow's legs and arms had been broken by the demon, yet there he floated in the air, shrouded in complete darkness, so whole and complete it sent shivers down her spine.

This was a power she had never felt before, nor was it one in which she could understand its depths. Encompassing, whole, complete. Yet so foreign atrocious. This was deeper than the power the demon held, much more fearsome than it, than anything any human had a right to own...

Fragment Of Death.