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Inferno Ascended

What if a modern guy transmigrates to the body of a citizen of Stygia, the Continent that once housed Hades? What if he discovers he just landed in the middle of a battle royale to become an aristocrat by marriage? Stygia just evolved to clans, power struggles, and magic, and he'll learn it the hard way! And what if he discovers he'll fight weird machines, meet legendary creatures, mess with powerful people, and become stronger as he learns who he is? It's what you will find in Inferno Ascended. BOOK ONE COMPLETED ::::::::::::::::::: EXCERPT OF PROMO TEXT 2 - INSTAGRAM The Hell ascended and left the Underworld forever! The Old Olympian Gods were forgotten. New Old Gods took over! But… What are these machines? Will the transmigrated nerdy-guy-turned-champion become a new mythic hero? Or will he screw it, literally and figuratively? ::::::::::::::::::: WHAT TO EXPECT: - Worldbuilding - No easy life for the hero - Things happening all the time, but not straightforwardly. Non linear ' go from A to B plot". -The MC has emotions and acts like a human, not a fan service machine or a dummy - No info dump (Discover the world's story as the MC discover it too. If you need to know the metaplot beforehand or know more than the MC knows, this novel is not for you) - 'Weak to strong' tag that really means it (He'll become OP one day, though) - Intrigues, mysteries, warring clans, mythic creatures, mechas, steampunk technology, divine technology, magic powers, action - MC won't fall in love - No, it's not a femdom SPOILER: ARC I : introduction to the world, MC is still weak and wary. ARC II : MC has some power and start getting allies and answers ARC III : MC expanded his powers and is about to get more powers etc... THERE'S A DISCORD FOR SHENANIGANS, GIVEAWAYS, SETTING INFO AND STUFF. https://discord.gg/CESYZACDT7

MizA · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
131 Chs

DEATH IS STARING

"Who is he?" asked Kalliaris with the usual Echelian frankness.

"This is Mors… cellus. Marcellus. A friend." Glax announced, stepping into the quarters they'd been granted. Nothing more than a cell and cots, blankets reeking of herbs designed to ward off ticks and fleas, and damp straw on the floor. Alexandre slept and stirred, grumbling, when the light hit his face.

Mors had to put away his cloak of shadows, grumbling, as neither wanted the soldiers reacting in aggressive terror as they saw Death approaching.

"I always come here. I don't know why they care so much," Mors shrugged, accepting the suggestion not to look so imposing. 

But maybe he hadn't been expecting Kal's indifference, as the Aegean shrugged. 

"Okay. Is he from Pharys? With this name, he should be. Hi, Marcellus. Nice tunic… oh, Lord Glax, that's not your… Oh, okay. I will sleep now."

Kal turned to the wall and pulled back the cover.