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Sorin nodded. “My apologies, Grand Elder. I was hoping to surprise the council when my research was complete. It’s a time-consuming affair, using medical mannequins instead of live specimens, but I wanted to make sure that a foolproof formula had been found before recommending the variant tinctures for live trials.”
The Grand Elder pursed his lips. “Mana-specific tinctures have been theorized in the past. Unfortunately, we never had the medicinal plants to conduct any research on the topic.
“Things are different now. Your contributions have ushered in a golden era for the clan’s apothecaries. I’m sure your research will allow us to quickly overcome the loss in business created by the unfortunate release of proprietary clan research.”
Sorin leaned back in his chair. It was strange speaking to a demigod in such a relaxed fashion. Most cultivators would have lost their nerve, but Sorin was the exception. After all, the Grand Elder cultivated the Divine Medical Codex’s subsidiary art, an art that was naturally subservient to the Ten Thousand Poison Canon.
“So, you’ve found the culprit?” asked Sorin. “I must admit that I was suspicious after reading the anonymous papers. There are few people with access to the formulas and accompanying research notes. Moreover, these few people are restricted by the Ten Thousand Poison Tablet and are unable to communicate these things.”
The Grand Elder’s eye twitched. “I wasn’t born yesterday, Sorin. I know what you did, and I’m sure the Council of Elders has its suspicions. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re a God Seed and have immensely contributed to the clan’s welfare, I would have thrown you into the insect pits for the next five decades.
“But enough about that. Tell me what your intentions are, Sorin. I received notice from Administrator Pollen that the inquiry has wound down. The clan is off the hook—for now. With Delphi’s matters resolved, it’s logical that you go to Olympia with your companions and challenge the Infinite Dungeon.
“He seems awfully eager to have you enter that dungeon, doesn’t he?” said the voice in Sorin’s head. “Perhaps he has ulterior motives? I could help you just this once; give you a glimpse of the world I see.”
Sorin ignored the voice and weighed his options before giving the Grand Elder his answer. “Five years,” he said, holding up one of his hands. “I’ll be staying in Delphi for five years to catch up on my medical and apothecary studies and solidify my foundation as a Flesh-Sanctification cultivator. Once I’m finished, I’ll go to Olympia and see what the old pit of vipers has in store for me.”
“That’s not a very nice thing for you to say about your family,” said the Grand Elder. “I see why you’d want to take it slow, but five years is a lot of time, Sorin. I advise you to reconsider. Momentum is a powerful thing, and your cousin, being a decade older than you are, has almost reached the middle of the Flesh-Sanctification Realm. His position in the family grows increasingly solid.”
Sorin snorted. “I have no desire to throw my hat in the ring for Clan Leader. My dear cousin can have the position and all the baggage that comes with it.”
“You misunderstand,” said the Grand Elder. “It’s the unofficial policy of every great clan that a God Seed can’t become the clan leader. Their life expectancy is too short, and their fertility rate is abnormally low.”
“That being said, a God Seed of Asclepius commands great authority and respect in the Kepler Clan. If you play your cards right, the power you wield won’t be lacking compared to Clan Leader.”
Sorin snorted. “I have no desire to involve myself in such matters, Grand Elder. And this isn’t the reply of a haughty youngster. I’m sure you can imagine what internal conflicts would arise if I returned now, given the resurgence of the poison faction.
“There’s also the matter of the apothecaries and physicians in Delphi. Since poison cultivators are back in vogue, they will need someone to lead and educate them. I might be newly ascended to the Flesh-Sanctification Realm, but apart from Elder Calvin, there is no one more qualified to do this than me.”
The Grand Elder looked Sorin up and down, then let out a soft laugh. “You just want some peace and quiet while you polish up your apothecary and medical skills. The rest is just an excuse. You don’t truly care about the clan or its conflicts.”
“I admit it,” said Sorin. “But is it an excuse you can sell to the Council of Elders?”
“It will barely suffice,” said the Grand Elder, rising from his seat. Sorin respectfully rose with him. “You have no idea how much trouble your recent actions have caused in the clan, Sorin. We derive roughly 20 percent of our income from meridian opening and bone-unsealing treatments. These new tinctures are eating away at our bottom line.
“That said, I can see why you did it. The pressure on our clan from the outside has diminished greatly. I never did agree with being so secretive about the formulas. The Pandoran Government got its hands on it three decades ago, and it was only a matter of time before it was leaked to the general public.
Sorin maintained his silence, so the elder continued speaking. “I’m not scolding you, Sorin—I’m praising you. You’ve grown greatly in the past few years and have become someone who considers the bigger picture. It’s a rare trait to have, which is why I urge you to reconsider the five-year period and return as soon as possible.”
“I’ll consider it,” said Sorin, ignoring the rambling voice that congratulated him on his forward-thinking and keen instincts. “How can I contact you if I change my mind?”
“Just let Elder Marik or Elder Simon know,” said the Grand Elder, waving his hand. “Now, I must be going. Do you have any questions you wish to ask?”
“Only one,” said Sorin. “The previous owner of the Ten Thousand Poison Canon—it was my father, wasn’t it? He cultivated it alongside the Divine Medical Codex and seldom used the former in public due to its lacking popularity.”
“You guessed it right,” said the Grand Elder. “Historically, the position of clan leader has belonged to the Abberjay branch since it’s the only branch that can successfully cultivate both arts at the same time. This is a carefully kept secret known only to a few. Normally, a clan leader only reveals their mastery over a single art in public.”
“This policy changed in recent years, both because of the dwindling strength of the Abberjay bloodline and its relative infertility. In the last six generations, only your father and one other individual succeeded in cultivating both Divine Arts. Since exceptions were made during skip generations, it only made sense to change the requirement to compatibility with the Divine Medical Codex. In this, the Mockingjay branch excels.”
Sorin nodded. “When my parents died, they lost something, didn’t they? The Abberjay branch was punished as a result.”
“Your father was the keeper of the Staff of Asclepius,” said the Grand Elder. “It was lost when he died, and it was your uncle, the head of the Mockingjay branch, who recovered it. He was just a stand-in for the clan leader at the time. Still, thanks to this achievement, he was able to secure the position for the next twenty years. At that point, the matter will be re-evaluated. Anything else?”
“Nothing,” said Sorin, shaking his head.
“Then I’ll be going,” said the Grand Elder. “I was only granted a short leave of absence and must return to guarding the boundary.”
Sorin waited a few minutes after he vanished before taking a seat. He fished out another medical journal and read for a good hour before he finally heard a voice in his head. “He’s gone.”
“We’ve had this conversation many times in the past, but I feel I didn’t make myself clear enough,” said Sorin to the voice. “Please avoid talking to me while I speak to demigods. There’s no telling what abilities they have and whether or not they can hear you.”
“Those fools?” scoffed the voice. “They’re greatly lacking compared to the demigods of old. In my prime, killing them would be as easy as lifting my finger.”
“Well, you aren’t in your prime, Azrakul,” snapped Sorin. “You’re little more than a crippled and bound demigod. A portable energy source for my growth and development.”
“Have you considered the proposal I made last time?” asked Azrakul, shifting topics. “The matter of your rat companion’s hibernation? I can help him, you know. All you need to do is slightly loosen my seal, and he’ll instantly finish his transformation.”
“Lorimer doesn’t need your help,” said Sorin, feeling the void in his torso. Lorimer’s cocoon was in a state of hibernation, and there was no telling when it would awaken.
“Suit yourself,” said Azrakul. “It doesn’t matter to me. What does matter to me is the attitude of that murderous old man. I’ve never seen someone change their mind over killing someone so many times in a single sitting.”
Sorin froze. “You’re saying the Grand Elder wants to kill me?”
“Naturally,” said Azrakul. “Couldn’t you feel his bloodlust? Couldn’t you feel the web of conflict surrounding him? Let me tell you, he’s got more blood on his hands than 90 percent of the Myths I’ve interacted with. Weak as he is, he’s a killer through and through.”
Sorin frowned. “The Grand Elder has no motive to kill me. All he cares about is the clan’s well-being. My actions may have infuriated the Council of Elders, but in the grand scheme of things, they were beneficial to the clan and helped ease its many tense relationships. Our monopoly in tinctures has upset no small number of people.”
Azrakul sighed. “You’d understand if you could see what I see. The web that connects us all.”
“I can see the web just fine,” said Sorin, peering past the physical into the realm of karma and connections. By channeling Strife and using Nemesis as a conduit, he could identify various connections between groups and individuals and even guess at how people would act following his interactions with them.
Azrakul scoffed. “What you see is merely child’s play. A taste of what I can offer. All you must do is release three of my seals. No—two will be more than enough.”
“I don’t believe you,” said Sorin, tossing the Delphi Medical Journal onto his desk and walking over to a kettle to make himself another cup of tea. “You’re just trying to manipulate me. If I give in this time, there will be other times. Your fifty-year sentence will swiftly shrink down to ten.”
“You wound me,” said Azrakul. “I’ll have you know that if you die, there’s a good chance I’ll die with you. Besides, I’ve already decided to possess you. It’s in my vested interest to ensure you survive until Asclepius’s seal is released.”
Sorin added sugar and milk to his tea and took a sip. This batch was from Mattapan, and he hadn’t quite gotten used to its taste.
“I see that I still have much work to convince you,” said Azrakul. “In truth, unraveling seals isn’t necessary. Showing you indirectly should be good enough.”
“I refuse,” said Sorin, not taking the bait. “If the Grand Elder has ulterior motives, I’ll discover them on my own.”
“I’m afraid you have no choice in the matter,” said Azrakul. “I’ve decided this is worth burning my few remaining energy sources.”
Sorin blinked as two figures appeared in the room. They were none other than him and the Grand Elder, as they had been over an hour ago. Several lines connected Sorin and the Grand Elder. One thread was alternating between green and crimson. Judging by his micro-expressions, it was clear that he was mulling over something. Clear signs of aggression appeared and disappeared rapidly throughout the conversation.
“You could just be making this up,” said Sorin, sipping his tea as he watched the scene unfold. It was interesting to see it from this perspective. He saw all sorts of body language that was otherwise impossible to notice.
“Sure, I could,” said Azrakul. “But you’ve already verified these memories by superimposing them with your photographic memory, haven’t you?”
Sorin shrugged. “It’s like I said. The Grand Elder has no cause. I’m no threat to the clan and would be much more useful alive than dead.”
“Then perhaps this will change your mind,” said Azrakul. The image deepened, and a massive web appeared overhead. It spanned all of Delphi—no, all of Pandora.
Though Sorin was unable to interpret most of the diagram, his command over Strife, Madness, and Violence allowed him to interpret some elements. For example, blood-red threads represented blood enmity. They were what remained behind after life was extinguished. Such threads could only be formed between a killer and the victim’s friends and relatives.
As Azrakul had mentioned previously, the Grand Elder had killed many people. The majority were demonic lifeforms and Myths, but quite a few were from the Kepler Clan.
Two threads, however, stood out to Sorin. They were blood-red like the rest and much thicker than usual. Moreover, they connected the Grand Elder to Sorin himself.
“Impossible,” said Sorin. His vision spun as he connected the various facts he’d collected during his investigation.
One fact stood out to Sorin. No, not a fact. It was a memory—a memory gifted to him by Hope during the Wish-Fire Festival over one year prior.
In that memory, a member of his clan had entered the Infinite Dungeon to investigate his parents’ death. And now, he could clearly identify that clan member. It was the Grand Elder who’d investigated his parents’ death and searched their corpses.
Yet this was not the most horrifying aspect of the revelation. Rather, it was the pair of blood-red threads connecting the Grand Elder to Sorin. They indicated that the Grand Elder hadn’t just investigated the death of his parents—he was responsible for their deaths to begin with.
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The Grand Elder pursed his lips. “Mana-specific tinctures have been theorized in the past. Unfortunately, we never had the medicinal plants to conduct any research on the topic.
“Things are different now. Your contributions have ushered in a golden era for the clan’s apothecaries. I’m sure your research will allow us to quickly overcome the loss in business created by the unfortunate release of proprietary clan research.”
Sorin leaned back in his chair. It was strange speaking to a demigod in such a relaxed fashion. Most cultivators would have lost their nerve, but Sorin was the exception. After all, the Grand Elder cultivated the Divine Medical Codex’s subsidiary art, an art that was naturally subservient to the Ten Thousand Poison Canon.
“So, you’ve found the culprit?” asked Sorin. “I must admit that I was suspicious after reading the anonymous papers. There are few people with access to the formulas and accompanying research notes. Moreover, these few people are restricted by the Ten Thousand Poison Tablet and are unable to communicate these things.”
The Grand Elder’s eye twitched. “I wasn’t born yesterday, Sorin. I know what you did, and I’m sure the Council of Elders has its suspicions. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re a God Seed and have immensely contributed to the clan’s welfare, I would have thrown you into the insect pits for the next five decades.
“But enough about that. Tell me what your intentions are, Sorin. I received notice from Administrator Pollen that the inquiry has wound down. The clan is off the hook—for now. With Delphi’s matters resolved, it’s logical that you go to Olympia with your companions and challenge the Infinite Dungeon.
“He seems awfully eager to have you enter that dungeon, doesn’t he?” said the voice in Sorin’s head. “Perhaps he has ulterior motives? I could help you just this once; give you a glimpse of the world I see.”
Sorin ignored the voice and weighed his options before giving the Grand Elder his answer. “Five years,” he said, holding up one of his hands. “I’ll be staying in Delphi for five years to catch up on my medical and apothecary studies and solidify my foundation as a Flesh-Sanctification cultivator. Once I’m finished, I’ll go to Olympia and see what the old pit of vipers has in store for me.”
“That’s not a very nice thing for you to say about your family,” said the Grand Elder. “I see why you’d want to take it slow, but five years is a lot of time, Sorin. I advise you to reconsider. Momentum is a powerful thing, and your cousin, being a decade older than you are, has almost reached the middle of the Flesh-Sanctification Realm. His position in the family grows increasingly solid.”
Sorin snorted. “I have no desire to throw my hat in the ring for Clan Leader. My dear cousin can have the position and all the baggage that comes with it.”
“You misunderstand,” said the Grand Elder. “It’s the unofficial policy of every great clan that a God Seed can’t become the clan leader. Their life expectancy is too short, and their fertility rate is abnormally low.”
“That being said, a God Seed of Asclepius commands great authority and respect in the Kepler Clan. If you play your cards right, the power you wield won’t be lacking compared to Clan Leader.”
Sorin snorted. “I have no desire to involve myself in such matters, Grand Elder. And this isn’t the reply of a haughty youngster. I’m sure you can imagine what internal conflicts would arise if I returned now, given the resurgence of the poison faction.
“There’s also the matter of the apothecaries and physicians in Delphi. Since poison cultivators are back in vogue, they will need someone to lead and educate them. I might be newly ascended to the Flesh-Sanctification Realm, but apart from Elder Calvin, there is no one more qualified to do this than me.”
The Grand Elder looked Sorin up and down, then let out a soft laugh. “You just want some peace and quiet while you polish up your apothecary and medical skills. The rest is just an excuse. You don’t truly care about the clan or its conflicts.”
“I admit it,” said Sorin. “But is it an excuse you can sell to the Council of Elders?”
“It will barely suffice,” said the Grand Elder, rising from his seat. Sorin respectfully rose with him. “You have no idea how much trouble your recent actions have caused in the clan, Sorin. We derive roughly 20 percent of our income from meridian opening and bone-unsealing treatments. These new tinctures are eating away at our bottom line.
“That said, I can see why you did it. The pressure on our clan from the outside has diminished greatly. I never did agree with being so secretive about the formulas. The Pandoran Government got its hands on it three decades ago, and it was only a matter of time before it was leaked to the general public.
Sorin maintained his silence, so the elder continued speaking. “I’m not scolding you, Sorin—I’m praising you. You’ve grown greatly in the past few years and have become someone who considers the bigger picture. It’s a rare trait to have, which is why I urge you to reconsider the five-year period and return as soon as possible.”
“I’ll consider it,” said Sorin, ignoring the rambling voice that congratulated him on his forward-thinking and keen instincts. “How can I contact you if I change my mind?”
“Just let Elder Marik or Elder Simon know,” said the Grand Elder, waving his hand. “Now, I must be going. Do you have any questions you wish to ask?”
“Only one,” said Sorin. “The previous owner of the Ten Thousand Poison Canon—it was my father, wasn’t it? He cultivated it alongside the Divine Medical Codex and seldom used the former in public due to its lacking popularity.”
“You guessed it right,” said the Grand Elder. “Historically, the position of clan leader has belonged to the Abberjay branch since it’s the only branch that can successfully cultivate both arts at the same time. This is a carefully kept secret known only to a few. Normally, a clan leader only reveals their mastery over a single art in public.”
“This policy changed in recent years, both because of the dwindling strength of the Abberjay bloodline and its relative infertility. In the last six generations, only your father and one other individual succeeded in cultivating both Divine Arts. Since exceptions were made during skip generations, it only made sense to change the requirement to compatibility with the Divine Medical Codex. In this, the Mockingjay branch excels.”
Sorin nodded. “When my parents died, they lost something, didn’t they? The Abberjay branch was punished as a result.”
“Your father was the keeper of the Staff of Asclepius,” said the Grand Elder. “It was lost when he died, and it was your uncle, the head of the Mockingjay branch, who recovered it. He was just a stand-in for the clan leader at the time. Still, thanks to this achievement, he was able to secure the position for the next twenty years. At that point, the matter will be re-evaluated. Anything else?”
“Nothing,” said Sorin, shaking his head.
“Then I’ll be going,” said the Grand Elder. “I was only granted a short leave of absence and must return to guarding the boundary.”
Sorin waited a few minutes after he vanished before taking a seat. He fished out another medical journal and read for a good hour before he finally heard a voice in his head. “He’s gone.”
“We’ve had this conversation many times in the past, but I feel I didn’t make myself clear enough,” said Sorin to the voice. “Please avoid talking to me while I speak to demigods. There’s no telling what abilities they have and whether or not they can hear you.”
“Those fools?” scoffed the voice. “They’re greatly lacking compared to the demigods of old. In my prime, killing them would be as easy as lifting my finger.”
“Well, you aren’t in your prime, Azrakul,” snapped Sorin. “You’re little more than a crippled and bound demigod. A portable energy source for my growth and development.”
“Have you considered the proposal I made last time?” asked Azrakul, shifting topics. “The matter of your rat companion’s hibernation? I can help him, you know. All you need to do is slightly loosen my seal, and he’ll instantly finish his transformation.”
“Lorimer doesn’t need your help,” said Sorin, feeling the void in his torso. Lorimer’s cocoon was in a state of hibernation, and there was no telling when it would awaken.
“Suit yourself,” said Azrakul. “It doesn’t matter to me. What does matter to me is the attitude of that murderous old man. I’ve never seen someone change their mind over killing someone so many times in a single sitting.”
Sorin froze. “You’re saying the Grand Elder wants to kill me?”
“Naturally,” said Azrakul. “Couldn’t you feel his bloodlust? Couldn’t you feel the web of conflict surrounding him? Let me tell you, he’s got more blood on his hands than 90 percent of the Myths I’ve interacted with. Weak as he is, he’s a killer through and through.”
Sorin frowned. “The Grand Elder has no motive to kill me. All he cares about is the clan’s well-being. My actions may have infuriated the Council of Elders, but in the grand scheme of things, they were beneficial to the clan and helped ease its many tense relationships. Our monopoly in tinctures has upset no small number of people.”
Azrakul sighed. “You’d understand if you could see what I see. The web that connects us all.”
“I can see the web just fine,” said Sorin, peering past the physical into the realm of karma and connections. By channeling Strife and using Nemesis as a conduit, he could identify various connections between groups and individuals and even guess at how people would act following his interactions with them.
Azrakul scoffed. “What you see is merely child’s play. A taste of what I can offer. All you must do is release three of my seals. No—two will be more than enough.”
“I don’t believe you,” said Sorin, tossing the Delphi Medical Journal onto his desk and walking over to a kettle to make himself another cup of tea. “You’re just trying to manipulate me. If I give in this time, there will be other times. Your fifty-year sentence will swiftly shrink down to ten.”
“You wound me,” said Azrakul. “I’ll have you know that if you die, there’s a good chance I’ll die with you. Besides, I’ve already decided to possess you. It’s in my vested interest to ensure you survive until Asclepius’s seal is released.”
Sorin added sugar and milk to his tea and took a sip. This batch was from Mattapan, and he hadn’t quite gotten used to its taste.
“I see that I still have much work to convince you,” said Azrakul. “In truth, unraveling seals isn’t necessary. Showing you indirectly should be good enough.”
“I refuse,” said Sorin, not taking the bait. “If the Grand Elder has ulterior motives, I’ll discover them on my own.”
“I’m afraid you have no choice in the matter,” said Azrakul. “I’ve decided this is worth burning my few remaining energy sources.”
Sorin blinked as two figures appeared in the room. They were none other than him and the Grand Elder, as they had been over an hour ago. Several lines connected Sorin and the Grand Elder. One thread was alternating between green and crimson. Judging by his micro-expressions, it was clear that he was mulling over something. Clear signs of aggression appeared and disappeared rapidly throughout the conversation.
“You could just be making this up,” said Sorin, sipping his tea as he watched the scene unfold. It was interesting to see it from this perspective. He saw all sorts of body language that was otherwise impossible to notice.
“Sure, I could,” said Azrakul. “But you’ve already verified these memories by superimposing them with your photographic memory, haven’t you?”
Sorin shrugged. “It’s like I said. The Grand Elder has no cause. I’m no threat to the clan and would be much more useful alive than dead.”
“Then perhaps this will change your mind,” said Azrakul. The image deepened, and a massive web appeared overhead. It spanned all of Delphi—no, all of Pandora.
Though Sorin was unable to interpret most of the diagram, his command over Strife, Madness, and Violence allowed him to interpret some elements. For example, blood-red threads represented blood enmity. They were what remained behind after life was extinguished. Such threads could only be formed between a killer and the victim’s friends and relatives.
As Azrakul had mentioned previously, the Grand Elder had killed many people. The majority were demonic lifeforms and Myths, but quite a few were from the Kepler Clan.
Two threads, however, stood out to Sorin. They were blood-red like the rest and much thicker than usual. Moreover, they connected the Grand Elder to Sorin himself.
“Impossible,” said Sorin. His vision spun as he connected the various facts he’d collected during his investigation.
One fact stood out to Sorin. No, not a fact. It was a memory—a memory gifted to him by Hope during the Wish-Fire Festival over one year prior.
In that memory, a member of his clan had entered the Infinite Dungeon to investigate his parents’ death. And now, he could clearly identify that clan member. It was the Grand Elder who’d investigated his parents’ death and searched their corpses.
Yet this was not the most horrifying aspect of the revelation. Rather, it was the pair of blood-red threads connecting the Grand Elder to Sorin. They indicated that the Grand Elder hadn’t just investigated the death of his parents—he was responsible for their deaths to begin with.
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Ever wonder what it's like to be a disposable Minion forced onto Quests by Summoners? It was supposed to be another boring day at the insurance office for Rico Kline, but powerful forces had other plans for him. Finding himself repeatedly summoned to other worlds as a disposable minion, Rico must face deadly foes, disarm insidious traps, become a test subject, and run the occasional errand for his various summoners. At least when each summoning is over, he’s rewarded and sent back home. But being back home has its own set of problems, and he'll need to grow stronger to face it all. Bestseller Dean Henegar returns with this unique spin on isekai LitRPG, about a MC turned into a summon minion who has to complete tasks for random summoners, allowing for a variety of adventures, foes, and missions as he progresses in power each time... But is any of it random?
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Every time he dies, Ethan gains a little more power. Earth was chosen for Integration, but Ethan Hill knows from the second his Trial begins that the Integration is a lie. The beings giving Earth the 'honor' of access to their System Interface want something from Earth—he just doesn't know what. Now he's trapped on an alien planet and lost in a time loop, fighting for strength and for his own humanity. One thing's for sure: He'll die as many times as it takes to tear it all down. Don't miss the start of this action-packed Progression Fantasy seemlessly merging aspects from Apocalyptic LitRPG's like He Who Fights with Monsters and Time Loop stories like Mother of Learning.
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Noah thrives on battle. He won’t stop until he’s the strongest around. When the System Administrators arrived on Earth, they forced those of the younger generation into other worlds to fight for multiversal entertainment. Bored of life on Earth, Noah has trained to become one of the chosen. He even had his class all planned out – a Mounted Monster Tamer. But he was never picked. So he put matters into his own hands and volunteered. Arriving in a world thick with jungle and hotter than the most boiling desert, Noah finds himself face-to-face with a kobold, which he proceeds to beat into submission and turn into a minion. In this realm where both humans and monsters wish to tear him apart, Noah doesn’t just want to survive. He wants to thrive. In this place, he’ll become king. Don't miss the start of this LitRPG Apocalypse Adventure from FreeiD, bestselling author of [Psychokinetic] Eyeball Pulling! With a unique spin featuring tamed monsters that grow and evolve alongside Noah, it's perfect for fans of Primal Hunter, Apocalypse Tamer, and Defiance of the Fall!
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I’m Patrick Laplante, and I write cultivation fantasy. In cultivation stories, the main character powers up and trains all the time to fight even stronger villains. Think Dragon Ball Z. Or Naruto. Or any RPG game.
I wasn’t always a writer. I started off my adult life as a humble engineer. It took me seven years of working for a soul-sucking corporation to realize that my true love was writing all along (please don’t tell my wife and child).
I like games. Board games. Role-playing games. Computer games. You name it. I like strategy games like Chess and Go as well. I used to do martial arts, but then I got injured too often, so I don’t do too much of that anymore.
