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Born in apocalypse

The life where Dhruv had it all – a caring family, loyal friends, and a fulfilling job. Suddenly his life took an unexpected turn for the worse, and he lost everything in his life. His family was raped and then murdered, his friends left him, and he found himself in prison for crimes he wouldn’t have even dreamed of committing. He was falsely accused of stealing from his company and then in the heat of the moment killed all his family members. He couldn’t even die in peace and was constantly getting bullied and tortured… But like everything else even his situation evolved as the ‘COSMIC EVOLUTION’ arrived on his solar system. With COSMIC EVOLUTION comes the power to evolve any and everything. Swords and Magic lays in everyone's hands as they try to clear the quest. But in this contest not everyone was equal... In this new era of evolution, Dhruv became the Chosen One. With his immense magical power, he began his journey to conquer everything there is to conquer… Ahhh! And Yes, how can he forget about getting revenge…. ……….. [Alternate Title: Born In Apocalypse With True Fusion] The novel is filled with evolution, and fusion while its worlds are filled with monsters, quests dungeons, and whatnot. Whatever you need to satisfy your addiction is all here.. so be sure to enjoy it. If you are still reading then be sure to check out... the first few chapters might appear as rough but I guarantee you it will only get better and better.

COSMIC04 · Fantasy
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324 Chs

Fallen sky

Even with one of their brethren fallen, the Crystallce moved with cold steps, unhinged by the fallen soldier. The battlefield lay shrouded in an eerie mist, the air thick with coldness. 

Dhruv and the guardians stood in a tight formation, each member ready to unleash their skills upon the approaching horde of ice monsters. Dhruv, his hands glowing with flickers of fire, stood at the forefront, his eyes fixed on their every move. 

Alaric, the enigmatic shadow spawn, melded seamlessly with the darkness, his form barely visible as he slowly became a black smoke, ready to disappear at any moment.

Azarex commanded his undead minions, their lifeless eyes filled with an unnatural hunger for anything alive. 

And last but not least, Vexar, a soon-to-be master swordsman, gripped his blade with unwavering confidence, his muscles taut and ready for the imminent clash.