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The Anomaly’s Ascension

Aaron Voss was once crippled and forgotten, a young man trapped in a broken body with no future. But when an accident transports him to the world of Eldoria, everything changes. Here, power is dictated by the gods, and fate is carved into stone. Yet Aaron is an anomaly—a being outside the divine system, unbound by limits, capable of evolving beyond mortal constraints.
Marked as a threat to the Kingdom, Aaron is hunted by the ruthless Knights of Eldoria. With the help of Selene Varros, a former knight turned fugitive, he begins to uncover the dark truth behind the world’s rigid hierarchy. But as Aaron’s strength grows, so does the fear of those who rule. The gods themselves whisper his name in warning.

When Aaron crosses paths with Orin Varyx, a master of the Forbidden Arts, he is faced with an impossible choice: embrace his limitless power and reshape the world—or risk being consumed by the very forces that seek to control him.

But fate has already made its move. And Aaron Voss is done being a pawn.

The hunted will become the hunter. The crippled will become a conqueror. And a forgotten soul will rise to challenge the gods themselves.

A Thousand Chapters of Power, Betrayal, and War Begin Here.

Fatebreaker: The Man Who Defied the Gods

The world had never been kind to Aaron Vale.

Born with a broken body, he had known pain and suffering as his closest companions. His legs—useless, his spine twisted by fate's cruelty. While others ran, climbed, and lived, he was forced to sit in the shadows, a prisoner in his own flesh.

He had spent his years enduring the pitying stares, the murmured apologies, the suffocating kindness of those who could never understand.

And when his parents were gone—swallowed by a world that did not wait for the weak—he was left alone, forgotten by the very society that claimed to care for him.

And on the night he died, the universe finally answered him.

The rain was cold. The alley was darker than usual.

Aaron sat slumped against the damp brick wall, staring at the broken wheelchair beside him. He could barely feel his legs anymore—not that it mattered. He had stopped feeling a long time ago.

It had been a mistake to trust them.

The two men stood over him, their faces barely visible beneath the flickering streetlamp.

"Didn't have to be this way," one of them muttered, wiping a bloodied knife against his sleeve. "Should've just handed it over."

Aaron chuckled, a weak, bitter sound. His fingers trembled as he clutched his side, where the knife had gone in. His vision blurred. The world was fading.

The men turned and walked away, their laughter echoing through the empty streets.

Aaron exhaled sharply, his body growing colder.

Is this it? Is this all I was meant to be?

His rage burned hotter than the pain in his chest. He had always known the world was unfair. He had always known power belonged to those who could take it.

But why had he been born like this? Why had fate denied him the strength to fight back?

He clenched his fists, fury and resentment surging through him.

If only life could be fair but it had never been the case for Aaron

The Forgotten One