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Path of the Fist

The gods died a millennia ago. Cultivators of Ulreon seek power, and dominion over what remains after the Divine Genocide, using the Fate System crafted by powerful entities to realize their ambitions. Amongst them, Erik Basara, son of a dreaded Norse cultivator family, travels back in time to claim the honor and glory he had been denied. Born again in a violent clan, thirsting for greater heights, Erik will use his knowledge of the future and the Fate System to thread a new path with his fists assisted by his shamanic powers. However, he is not the only regressor. *** Original Book Cover by loonu1991 Please Read: 1° The story starts grim dark, for about three chapters, then opens up to other tones. For instance, there'll be friendship, a bit of romance, kingdom building, beast taming starting at chapter 31 (or sooner depending on your pov), and other additions that might not be present till later in the story but are already planned. 2° EDITED: There'll be 1 chap per day for five days a week (no chaps on the weekend), each between 1500 words and +2000 words. More chaps for mass release or other events. As of chapter 27, we're already at 50K words which are around 200 pages of content. 3° This is a cultivation story with litrpg/system elements. It'll be a mix of both genres. 4° The overall pace will be fast, by my standards, though not rushed. The first 3 chaps take their time to introduce the world and the MC, but the pace picks up in chapter 4. 5° The System and Cultivation aspect is introduced in chapter 3 6° I hope you'll like this story I poured time and effort into. Though it's fine if you don't, we all have different tastes after all. 7° To those that have read my other works, they are on hiatus until I finish this book, which should take around 500 chaps perhaps more if additional content is added. I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience. 8° If you've read thus far, you are a brave soul, and have my congratulations.

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Vol.2: Ch.5

A week later.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Even in the spiritual realm, the iron-rich ores glimmered. His every finger unearthed their glorious shininess in preparations for Erik's future plans and for training purposes. At first, he had used the pick axe rewarded by Lei's chief, but soon realized he could now crush stone barehanded.

Fingers bloodied, Erik grunted, collected the mined ore, and handed it to Ulf who trotted down the freshly dug tunnel with an ore-filled bucket between his teeth. Erik followed the wolf and exited the mine into the vault room where thousands of bones used to rest.

It was fairly wide, probably the size of two mead halls, very much emptied of all valuables, at the center was a pile of ore on which the black wolf emptied the content of his bucket.

"We're done here for today," he declared, "take a break then come to the demolition site with Grey."

"Yes, alpha." Ulf simply said and left.