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Supreme Transmigrator-Axton Zavier

Martin woke up in a seething rage. The memory of his father's name leaving the mouth of the assassin tasked with his death was forever etched into the inner parts of his brain. The man he had trusted with his life, although they weren't that close, Martin had never thought he would be the reason for his death. But in the darkness that followed, something extraordinary happened. he found himself transmigrated into a new body, in a new world. A vessel made for his burning anger and thirst for revenge. He was accompanied on his journey by a strange type of rune, and blessed with an hidden room of power. In his new life, he realized he wasn't spared from the constant betrayals. Martin forged his timid heart into one made of boiling furnace, his soul was fueled by the desire to return to his world and pay his father for his crimes. He took an oath, one drenched in the blood and sweat of his struggles: They would grovel before his feet. Each breath he took was tainted with the want for vengeance, each step was guided by the inferno that blazed wildly in him. The path ahead was shrouded in darkness, but Martin welcomed it, for it was the crucible in which he would forge his revenge. "I AM AXTON ZAVIER, THE SUPREME GOD OF CULTIVATION." ......................... _________ ****I do not own the cover**** I have been planning this story for a year now and I hope you like it. Yes it has everything ranging from action, adventure, revenge, etc. DISCORD SERVER : https://discord.com/invite/UXY22fphqe ____ CHAPTER LENGTH (1000-1500) Depending on my inspiration. (1-3) CHAPTERS DAILY 20 powerstones leads to an extra chapter at the end of the week! 40 powerstones leads to two extra chapters at the end of the week! ^^ Thank you for joining me on this literary journey. Enjoy the adventure!

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61 Chs

COLLECTING DEAD PEOPLE.

The barrage of spells stopped and Martin was about to move forward when he felt a hand on his shoulder that held him in place.

"Stay where you are, boy." The soft yet threatening voice went straight into Martin's ear, causing him to strictly obey. He knew that if he disobeyed, he would be on his way to another side of the world.

Martin stayed still and his eyes looked ahead, he saw some people come out of the bushes.

It seemed like they were all of the same group and the way they talked made Martin's brows arch.

It was a bit strange but from their appearances, one could tell that they weren't from this part of the world.

"Maybe killing them all was a bit too excessive." A man said, he wore what looked like a golden armor, with bright designs on them.

He had a moustache that wasn't too visible except one looked closely enough.