ELF_QUEEN

WSA ENTRY~~
You know that shit that usually happens, when a nice peaceful day suddenly turns out to be the worst day of your life. Meet Ronan Vale, the main character of this story
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Humanity lives under an unseen rule—the Ascension Cycle. A hidden system selects individuals at random, forcing them to complete tasks and gain different abilities as a reward. Anyone who fails a mission assigned by the system will instantly die on the spot.

 Ronan Vale wasn’t chosen at random.

Killed on a mission gone wrong, he wakes up with a system unlike any other:

[Evolution Path: Kill to Survive]
[Failure to Execute: Life Force Erosion Begins]

Ronan has only one way to stay alive—which is to obey every mission assigned to him by the system. Unlike others, Ronan evolves after every task, each kill makes him stronger, sharper....but less human. 

As he fights to survive, he realizes his system is different. It evolves with him. It whispers to him. And it may not be just a tool—but a living thing.

As war brews between Harbingers—those who embrace the system—and Eradicators, who seek to destroy it, Ronan is caught in the middle. But he has no time for their games.

Because the real question isn’t how to survive.

But what he’ll become in the process. A heartless monster bred only for destruction? he was about to find out. 

Dive into the story of how a once powerless single father ended up becoming a deadly threat to the whole world.

A:N; There'll be no harem. And the MC will be overpowered. Dark fantasy. 

if you're looking for a perfectly written book, then this isn't for you. it's my first time writing ml, not just that, I'm new to writing in general, there might be lots of plot and pacing issues. if you don't mind, then go on and enjoy.

Kill to evolve: A system that demands blood

The moment Ezren finished speaking, two of the enemies vanished again, now moving faster than before.

Tyce screamed, a raw, choked sound as his arm was crushed mid-block. Not cut. Crushed. One of the attackers had grabbed his forearm mid-formation and twisted it until bone snapped like chalk.

The scream turned into a cough of blood.

Ronan didn't even flinch. He was already in motion.

He slammed his heel into the ground, cracked the floor, and shot forward in a flash of speed, faster than before. His mind blurred from the overload of Predator State, but he liked it. Too much.

His blades curved toward the white-haired man's throat again. This time, the system whispered something new.

Target Combat Memory Locked. Trajectory Adjusted.

Who breaks first