God, Help Us All [Monster Evolution/Progression/LitRPG]
Cliche. Another monster progression story. That was probably what you thought when you read the title of my story. And, I can't lie, for the most part, it probably is. But, what else am I supposed to do when I've been thrusted into a world that could kill me in an instant? There's nothing to do but to progress, to devour and evolve. You would do the same too. Such is the basis of a monster. Such is the right of any living being. So that's what I did. I ate, I killed and I hoarded anything I could get my big limbs on. Friendship, allies and love? There used to be a little god calling himself "Heaven's Equal" who spouted of such things, before I ate him. The world went pretty quiet after that. Follow my story. Read for yourself how I evolved from a little monster in a lake I thought was the ocean, all the way into the Titan Of Destruction. What To Expect: - A relatively quick progression story - Ruthless, I mean - Fang Yuag levels - of ruthless protagonist. - A system? that grows stronger along with the protagonist - Big Monsters Duking It Out, with minimal humans/beastmen/elves, etc. . .focus. Basically, monsterverse without annoying ass humans ruining the show. - Did I mention that the protagonist was pretty evil?
The Champions Have Arrived
The wind roared, whipping against the sails of the enchanted sled as it skimmed across the surface of the endless ocean. The water glistened in hues of blue and gold, reflecting the growing light of the volcanic horizon ahead. The Water Drake pulling the sled hissed, its sleek, scaled body weaving through the waves with practiced ease. Each powerful stroke of its muscular tail sent sprays of saltwater into the air, the droplets catching the light like fleeting gems.
James sat near the sled's edge, gripping the metallic railing with one hand while tinkering with a small gadget in the other. His knuckles were white from the strain of holding steady against the sled's speed. The wind carried the distant scent of sulfur and smoke, mingling with the tang of the sea. His stomach churned—not from the ride, but from the mounting tension that came with the knowledge of what awaited them.
He glanced up at the other passengers.