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I AM the Progenitor

Sometimes, life is not merely unfair—it is a beautiful, fragile dream, and the gods are careless sleepers. One moment, I was counting the seconds until meditation ended, my greatest concern the arrival of the next batch of candied hawthorns for my little sister. The next, I was counting the bodies of my clan, my world painted in the shades of a nightmare. My name is Jin Tie. I was the heir to the mighty Jin Clan, though I never wanted the title. I possessed a secret—a Primordial Monad Gate that gifted me a wellspring of power others could only dream of. Yet, I saw it as a curse, a cheat code for a game I never wished to play. My heaven was not a distant throne in the clouds; it was the sun-drenched courtyards of my home, the proud, stern face of my father, Jin Long, and the serene, brilliant smile of my sister, Jin Yue. She was different, touched by a grace that even I, in my ignorance, could not comprehend. I did not care for immortality. I did not hunger to become a deity. My universe was simple, and it was enough. That changed the day the sky broke. A horned god descended not with thunder, but with a sigh of utter boredom. He didn't even deem us enemies. While his storm of frozen daggers slaughtered my clan, he executed my father—a peak martial master—with a lazy, backhanded flick. Our strength, our legacy, was less than an insect to him. His only interest was my sister. He called her a "familiar echo" and took her, vanishing back into the heavens as if he'd merely picked a flower. Now, the power I once scorned is my only weapon. The path I refused to walk is my only road. I will forge myself into a blade aimed at the heart of heaven. I will use my gift to climb. I will use my rage as a hammer. I will tear down the gilded palaces of the heavens and shatter the silent, uncaring thrones of the divine until I find where she is. I will look that horned Envoy in his cold, blue eyes, and I will show him the terrifying patience of a brother who has nothing left to lose. Let the gods have their immortality. I just want my sister back. N/B: I have freakishly long chapters. This is my first work So please give me your honest reviews and opinions
DaoistTie · 4.9k Views

The Immortal King: Lord of the Dark Realm

Alaric Thorn was just a blacksmith in the 12th century—a husband, a father, a simple man. Until the day everything was taken from him. His wife murdered. His daughters stolen. And he himself slaughtered, powerless to protect the people he loved. But death did not end his story. Dragged into a supernatural realm after dying, Alaric made a desperate bargain: power in exchange for completing a mission in the future. A mission he did not understand. A mission linked to a king he had never met. He returned to Earth centuries later—only to realize his revenge no longer existed. Four hundred years had passed. His family long gone. Their killer long dead. And Alaric… could no longer die. Cursed with immortality, he wandered through ages and empires, trying every possible way to end his life—failing each time. All he wanted was to go back in time and fix what he had lost. But when he finally stepped into a time machine, fate betrayed him again. Instead of the past… Alaric was thrown into another realm entirely—a brutal world crawling with monsters, ancient races, and system-like powers. Here, strength must be earned through blood, each battle pushing him closer to awakening his true potential. In this realm, he is no longer just a wanderer. He is a rising lord. A conqueror. A man destined to build an empire strong enough to challenge a king— a king who bears the same name as the monster who destroyed his life on Earth. As Alaric fights beasts, defeats tyrants, and gathers allies and armies, he discovers the truth behind the mission he accepted centuries ago: To reclaim his fate… To break his immortal curse… To rewrite the destiny stolen from him… He must rise as the Immortal King. The true master of the Dark Realm he was fated to rule. --- NOTE: This story draws on system-like progression, but without screens, stats, or floating numbers. Power is earned through battles, missions, and survival—nothing more. Alaric Thorn has lived under many names across the centuries, the last being Callum Vire. He is not a hero, nor does he pretend to be one. He is something far older, darker, and far more relentless—an immortal shaped by loss and reborn through vengeance. Enter his world knowing this: You’re following the rise of a man who became a force.
King_Cherry_01 · 3.5k Views