INGODSHANDS

Reincarnated Into a Martial Art World

In a world where strength reigns supreme and the weak are crushed, protagonist finds himself reborn into a land of martial arts, ancient secrets, and deadly rivalries. Unlike most, power isn’t handed to him—he must carve his own path.

Here, progression isn’t about following a set formula. To break through to higher realms, one must research, experiment, and create unique techniques—a journey of self-discovery where only the truly talented rise.

With danger lurking at every turn and powerful enemies standing in his way, our protagonist must sharpen his skills, outthink his rivals, and forge a martial path entirely his own.

This is not a story of instant power. It’s a slow-burn journey of growth, struggle, and mastery.

Witness as our protagonist transcends the limits of martial arts—one battle at a time.

A world of danger. A path of self-discovery. A legend in the making.

I won't be dropping it anytime soon, still have a lot more ideas for this particular novel, I will be needing your support too.

It might be slow at at the beginning the reason is I want you all to get like a basic setting of thing then it will start moving at a normal pace.

THE MARTIAL ASCENT

Three months had passed since he arrived in this world.

Three months since he opened his eyes as a newborn, trapped in a body far too small, far too fragile.

Three months since he realized he had died as Ståle Dipton—an old man with too many regrets—and was reborn as something new.

At first, the shock had nearly broken him. The suffocating helplessness of infancy, the strange sights and sounds, the overwhelming realization that he had left behind everything he once knew… It was almost too much.

But Ståle had never been a man to wallow in self-pity. He was a warrior of the keyboard, a seasoned debater of fictional worlds, and, most importantly, a man who had always dreamed of a life filled with martial arts and assassins.

His parents had given him a new name.

It had a nice ring to it—powerful, sharp, like the blade of a hidden dagger.

His parents, Thrain Blackwood and Lirien Starweaver, were young, newly wedded lovers, and he was their firstborn. Though commoners, they had an undeniable presence.

His father, Thrain, was built like a war god—broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, muscles sculpted through sheer discipline. His jet-black hair framed his siren-like silver eyes, a gaze both intense and calculating.

His mother, Lirien, was the opposite. Golden hair like the morning sun, golden eyes that shimmered with warmth. She carried herself with an effortless grace, her elegant demeanor making her look almost ethereal.

Kaïdën had never seen such striking people in his past life.

And yet, despite their physical gifts, they were ordinary in this world.

No grand titles, no noble blood. Just two people who had fallen in love, married, and brought a child into a world unlike anything Kaïdën had ever known.

Over the past three months, Kaïdën had pieced together fragments of knowledge.

This was Blessity, a city of towering stone buildings and bustling streets, where martial arts weren't just a discipline—they were a way of life.

From mere street vendors to wandering mercenaries, from young children to old veterans—martial arts ran in their blood. It wasn't just about combat; it was survival, power, identity.

And if that wasn't enough to excite him, there was something else.

Kaïdën had yet to fully understand their scope, but whispers of impossible feats filled the air—warriors who could split mountains, assassins who moved like shadows, monks who could shatter reality with a single thought.

A place where he could become more.

But right now, he was still just an infant, weak and helpless.

And Kaïdën Blackwood would not accept weakness.

And he would make damn sure that this life was nothing like the last.

This time, he would carve his name into the world.

CHAPTER ONE