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Infinite Cultivation Levels

As the King of Death in his previous life, Ainz Dorak was a formidable and fearsome ruler. He commanded an army of dark and terrifying creatures, instilling fear and awe in all who crossed his path. His power was unmatched, his reign absolute in the underworld. Despite his immense power and influence, Ainz Dorak could not escape the treachery and betrayal that ultimately led to his downfall. His enemies conspired against him, and so, he met his end, his power and glory fading into memory, so he thought, but something else happened at the point where he thought he had lost everything. Ainz suddenly woke up in a different place, another world to be precise, a world as cruel and twisted, and similar to his previous world, yet different. In this world, Ainz was rebirthed as an abandoned child of a noble, where he learns of the cruel fate of his reality. However, by chance, he was reincarnated with a system; The Shadow Monarch System, through the system, he lives the life of a Shadow Halfing turned Monarch, while making power his only reason for living. Following the path that has been laid out for him through the system, he would pave his path with his army of dark and terrifying creatures, as he snatched the lives of his enemies until he was once again called the king of death. ----------- [Congratulations! You have accepted Mark of the Shadows!] [You now bear a faint scent of Shadow!] [Shadows now recognizes you as their own!]

CollinX_BrainZ · Fantasy
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Divine formless energy

However, even though Ainz was happy on his expression wore a deep frown, the ball of formless energy seemed to cause his wyvern regeneration to be constantly active, and was sending him notification of his mental sphere being healed every minute, which in turn was causing his head to ache constantly.

'I wonder when the system will finally shut the fuck up.'

"S-show it to me!"

The red knight's hoarse voice resounded in the realms of shadows as he asked to see Ainz progress from trying to cultivate its Divine Technique.

Ainz sat on the floor while the other shadow puppets looked fearfully at the red knights from where they stood, as he began to focus, inside his sea of consciousness, his mini projection flashed its eyes open.