Eliton_create

"Weakness is never forgiven. It never was. It never will be."

No name. No past. No one.
Clint grew up in the filthy back alleys of the capital, surviving on scraps, theft, and pure will…
Until, by a cruel twist of fate, the most feared man in Kamira — Duke Ravenhart — decided to adopt him.

Now, Clint is dragged into a world where a single mistake can mean death.
A world where nobles smile with daggers behind their backs, and where even the man who saved him won’t hesitate to kill him if he shows weakness.

Trained by a master feared even by kings…
Watched by spies, soldiers, and mages from every corner of the continent…
Clint learns one brutal truth:

“Power decides who lives… and who dies.”

If becoming a monster is the price to survive...
Then so be it.

I became a tyrant by mistake

The cold wind struck my face as I stood atop the mountain, staring down at the endless stretch of forest.

Fifteen days. Fifteen brutal days since this hellish training began—climbing up and down this mountain with massive rocks chained to my ankles.

My legs trembled. My body collapsed before I was even halfway. But now\... now it was different.

Mantra changed everything. I didn't grow stronger physically—my body was still thin, skeletal—but I learned how to channel energy. How to understand my body. How to control the flow.

The Clint from two weeks ago? He wouldn't have survived this.

I descended once again, my steps steady, guiding my breathing, keeping the mantra active without wasting a drop of energy.

As I reached the mountain's base... he was there.

Without a word, he turned his back and started walking.

We walked alongside the river in silence. The crashing water was the only sound between us.

The river here... wasn't just water. It was a beast. Wild. The current was so violent it looked like it wanted to devour the world.

Darius nodded toward the other side.

— "Cross." His voice was a sentence. A command without room for negotiation.

I paused for half a second. No explanation. No options. Just an order.

— "Yes, master." — I activated the mantra.

My body ignited. My muscles tightened. My blood surged like fire.

The current hit me like a wall of steel. Water, foam, and pain wrapped around me. I spun, smashed into invisible rocks beneath the surface.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. Just... survive.

Suddenly... a hand grabbed me by the collar.

I was yanked from the river like a rag and thrown onto the muddy shore. I rolled onto the ground, coughing, spitting, almost throwing up.

I braced on my elbows, gasping for air... and when I looked up... he was there.

His gaze... cold. His presence... suffocating.

He crouched, grabbed my collar with one hand, pulling me so close our faces were only inches apart.

— "Don't get used to it." — His voice was rough, low, coated in threat. — "Think before you jump. Next time... there won't be any help."

I collapsed onto the wet dirt. Trembling. Not from the cold... but from realizing he wasn't bluffing.

I forced myself up, swallowing the bitter taste in my mouth, feeling every cell in my body scream.

Darius crossed his arms, turned slightly away, and said, without even looking at me:

— "Again." — His voice was like stone grinding against stone. — "And think carefully. If you mess up... you sink."

The river roared before me. A beast waiting to drag me under.

But I... I stared right back at it.

Adjusted my body. Controlled my breathing.

I won't die here. Not today. Not ever.

16# Savage Currents