Therionas

Ravien Duskbane, the youngest and most feared admiral in history, believed in only one thing: victory.
Praised for his brilliance, feared for his ruthlessness—everything was under his control.
Until one night, he woke up in a body that wasn’t his.

Now, he was trapped in the body of a forgotten character from a novel he could barely remember.


And worst of all? This body could not die.

Every wound healed. Every attempt at death ended in failure.
Even his one desire—death—was denied to him. But Ravien refused to submit.

If he was truly going to die, it wouldn’t be as someone weak or insignificant.

First, he would rise.
Then, he would conquer.
He would bring the world to its knees.

And in the end, he would reach the peak—just to find a death worthy of him.


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[General Content Warning – Please Read Before Proceeding]

Dear reader,

This novel explores many shades of darkness.
Throughout the story, you will encounter graphic violence, bodily distortion (body horror), psychological breakdown, unethical experimentation, and scenes that test the limits of human nature.

Though purely fictional, the writing may at times feel disturbingly real.

It may not be suitable for sensitive readers.

But if you're ready to step into the darkness—

Welcome.


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(EXTRA TAGS: Gore, Body Horror, GodComplex, Corruption Arc, Psychological Horror, Dark Fantasy)

NOVEL’S EXTRA: I Will Die at the Peak

Ravien rested his hands on the edge of the table, tilting his head slightly to gaze up at the ceiling.

The small parasite nestled within his hair had become almost like a part of his body. He didn't even feel its movements anymore—only the occasional subtle tension beneath his skin reminded him of its presence.

His voice was low but clear; speaking was a way for him to organize his thoughts.

He remained that way for a while, eyes fixed on the ceiling in silence.

The affairs in the castle... paperwork, trivial orders, repetitive daily routines—none of it distracted him anymore. All of it only served to deepen the hollowness gnawing inside him.

"Should I create a new entity? Or maybe do some training... I haven't practiced Omicron martial arts even once since arriving in this world."

He raised a hand, brushing away a long strand of hair that had fallen over his forehead.

Toward the forest (1)