Khing_Khellvin

In a world where humanity barely survived an alien invasion, power is everything. The strongest wield abilities granted by mysterious alien relics, while the weak are left to struggle in a society ruled by elites.

Draven Xyros is one of the weak—an orphan with no ability, ridiculed and cast aside. With his sixteenth birthday approaching, he faces a grim future at the military academy, where only the strongest survive. But fate has other plans.

A dying stranger leaves Draven with a forbidden book, one that should not exist in this world. When his blood touches its pages, he unlocks the Hellborn System—a power unlike anything humanity has ever seen.

Now, demons whisper his name. Vampires mark him as a threat. The alien overlords sense an anomaly, and the ruling families of Earth watch with suspicion. With abilities that defy the natural order—soul-consuming flames, shadow-born teleportation, and a system that thrives on sin—Draven must carve his own path through war, betrayal, and ancient rivalries.

To survive, he must embrace the darkness within. To rise, he must become something more than human.

And when the time comes, the world will learn… Hell itself bows to him.

My Hellborn System

Draven sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his hands.

His fingers still tingled from the Hellfire he had unleashed earlier in the fight against Nyra Veyne. The black flames had been uncontrollable, wild—but they had answered his call.

Yet, that victory came with consequences.

Zyrek Faeron had seen his power. And now, he was a target.

> [QUEST UNLOCKED: EMBRACE YOUR DEMONIC NATURE]

Objective: Discover the true limits of your Hellfire.

Draven exhaled sharply. He needed to get stronger. Fast.

The next morning, whispers followed him wherever he went.

"That wasn't a normal ability… those flames were unnatural."

Draven ignored them, keeping his head down. He knew how this worked. The moment someone gained power, others tried to tear them down.

Ryce and Renzo walked beside him, offering silent support.

Ceylin, however, was more direct. "If anyone has a problem with Draven, they can take it up with me," she said, arms crossed.

His power had made him a mystery. And mysteries were dangerous.

Later that day, Commander Kaelthorne summoned Draven to his office.

The room was spartan—bare walls, a single desk, and a large window overlooking the academy training grounds.

Kaelthorne stood with his back to Draven, hands clasped behind him. "Sit."

For a long moment, the commander said nothing. Then—

Kaelthorne turned, his sharp eyes locking onto Draven's. "Your fight with Vaelion was unexpected. But against Nyra Veyne, you displayed something else entirely."

Draven kept his face neutral. "I trained harder. That's all."

Kaelthorne's gaze didn't waver. The silence stretched.

Then—surprisingly—the commander smirked.

Kaelthorne leaned back in his chair. "I don't care what secret you're hiding. Strength is all that matters here. As long as you continue proving yourself, I'll allow it."

Draven barely stopped himself from exhaling in relief.

"But," Kaelthorne continued, "if I ever sense hesitation or weakness in you… I'll cut you down myself."

Power was allowed. But only if it was controlled.

That night, Draven stood in the academy's abandoned training hall. He had one goal.

He held out his hand, concentrating.

Black flames erupted from his palm.

He focused harder, trying to shape them, control them. But the fire flickered, unstable. It danced wildly, resisting his command.

It wasn't just power. It was alive.

> [SYSTEM TIP: Hellfire responds to willpower. The stronger the intent, the stronger the control.]

He thought about everything—his humiliation, his suffering, his rage.

The way people looked down on him. The way Zyrek had dismissed him. The way the world had treated him as nothing.

The Hellfire roared, shaping itself into a burning blade.

> [NEW SKILL UNLOCKED: HELLFIRE EDGE]

Description: Shape Hellfire into a weapon, increasing attack power. Consumes energy based on intensity.]

A slow grin spread across his face.

Unknown to Draven, he wasn't alone.

Two figures stood on a distant rooftop, watching him.

One, a tall man with blood-red eyes and an aura of quiet authority.

The other, cloaked in shadows, voice smooth as silk.

"You see it, don't you?" the shadowed figure whispered.

The red-eyed man nodded. "Yes. That boy… isn't normal."

The Path of Power