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Prince of Nightmares: Banished to Hell With a System

After being cast to the depths of hell just for being born 'wrong,' Lokus was beaten down and trampled upon in its unforgiving lands, where power was everything. And for someone with no power like him? He was stuck at the bottom of the food chain. But his heart burned with a vengeance and a desire to show the world just how big of a mistake it had made in pushing him aside, to make those who had cast him down regret that they had ever looked down upon him. Amidst his suffering, the Phantom Monarch System answered his call for vengeance. Now armed with the opportunity to tear down those who stood above him, he begins his ascent to the top of the world, to cast down the ones who have thrown him away and make them rue the day they had ever thought themselves his betters. His so-called parents? He would show them what it meant to be worthless. The man who had banished him? Lokus would crush him under a torrent of ice. Those who had shunned him, scorned him, hated him? He would repay their hatred back tenfold. During his crusade, the words of a prophecy loom to his back all the while, its words haunting and its fulfillment fast approaching. "Dread thrice-shunned's rise heralds death. Broken kingdoms, shattered bonds, Reducing the waning light to but a distant whisper. Under sin, the daughter births a kindred spirit Tolling the war of void and stars for power nearest. Sinful winter shall clash with righteous sand, Inching towards an eclipse. Death heralds the end, the end heralds the beyond." ........ Readers will learn about the world as Lokus does. However, if you have questions and I deem them okay to answer without spoiling anything, I'll be more than happy to reply. Otherwise, you'll have to wait for Lokus to learn about them. The power system is inspired by both cultivation novels and rpgs, and the world itself by several fantasy books I loved growing up. If you like gritty scenes, systems, no harems, and struggles between good and evil, this might be the story for you.

Lolbroman25 · Fantasy
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Subpar, Subhuman

Lokus peered into the contents of the wooden bowl. The red stew within had many chunks within it, some appearing to be less than palatable, including chopped eyeballs, diced tongues, and coagulated blood that floated on the top in a thin film.

But when the mouthwatering scent taunted his nose, he began to drool beside himself, and before he knew it, he was gulping the mixture down.

Tack!

The empty bowl was placed on the table as Lokus leaned back, rubbing his stomach with a pleased expression. It hadn't been much in volume, but the stew had sated even his appetite. He didn't think he had room for another bowl.

Endalia wrinkled her nose as she glanced at his bowl, flashes of him eating the mole demon resurfacing in her mind, and she had to stifle a gag. "I can't believe you ate that."

"It was actually surprisingly good," Lokus told her. "You should try it."

"I'm not going to – Eh? Sakari, you too?"