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

One by one, the remaining students awoke from their trials. Many collapsed to their knees, gasping for breath, their spirits shattered. Their eyes, once filled with determination, now carried a deep, lingering fear.

Kaïdën steadied his breathing, still feeling the phantom pressure of the illusion. Had it really taken him almost an hour? He had thought he broke free in mere minutes, yet time had warped within the trial. The realization unsettled him, but he quickly pushed the thought away. He had passed. That was all that mattered.

Before him, Apprentice Thorne stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the survivors. His sharp gaze flicked across each of them, assessing not just their bodies but their souls.

"You have faced the ultimate test—the test of your own will. You have seen your weaknesses, your fears, and your doubts."

Silence stretched between them. The weight of his words settled in their chests like a stone.

A few of the students clenched their fists, their expressions hardening with renewed resolve. Others still trembled, as if the nightmare of the illusion had not yet released them.

"You are now students of the Silver Fist Martial Studio."

Kaïdën exhaled sharply, his heart pounding—not from exhaustion or fear, but from sheer exhilaration.

The path ahead was unknown, but he could feel it. This was only the beginning.

CHAPTER SEVEN