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Ascension of the Dark Seraph

Crossers invaded the world and thrust Humanity into an interworld conflict. Humanity's instinct for survival was stimulated—rekindling the ancestral bloodline's legacy that lies dormant within them. Vampires, Elves, and even Demons were not mere figures of fantasy, but rather the true ancestors of Humanity in ages past. Thus, Hybrids were reintroduced to the world. Lucivar Asarafall, a man of humble origin—failed to awaken his bloodline. Despite his good deeds, his family loathed him. In his final trial, he swore to succeed but fate intervened, he was chosen as the monthly sacrifice for his city. In a near-death experience, his bloodline awakened, an Angel. A turning point in his life, but soon he realized that he was not the Angel he thought to be. In a world where the rulers were descendants of Dracula, the Dark Prince—or Chi Long, the Inferno King, the bloodline of malevolent beings from realms beyond mortal comprehension coursed through Lucivar's veins. While others became Hybrids, Lucivar became the messenger of Evil Gods, a False Angel. "Who cares about good or evil? If I kill someone wicked, it's a win, one less rival in my way. If I kill someone noble, it is still a win—the world would've consumed them sooner or later. So why not let it happen by my hand? After all, I'm more practical. I became stronger and you get a painless death, win-win" ——— Very manipulative and unhinged MC, be warned. He's a slave to the Evil Gods. A trickster God. An arrogant God. A chaotic God. A wrathful God. A puritanical God. Read to find who these Gods are! ——— Author Note: Not for those who want fast development from the start but if you want good characters, then this is your novel! Chapter 1 to 22 will be focused on the MC's descent to villainous but once it kicks off, you won't be disappointed!

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Scarab of Set: Pristine

"Nice to meet you, Sutekh... Have a great time watching me?"

Upon completing the second trial, Lucivar was teleported outside of the pyramid.

A distance from him was Set.

Lucivar had finally encountered Set for real, the Lord of the Red Sand in the flesh.

A figure of overwhelming presence seated upon His monumental throne.

His massive, muscular frame exuded celestial power, his charcoal-black skin seemed to drink in the surrounding light. As Lucivar expected, his head was that of a jackal, with glowing gold eyes that pierced through the very soul of anyone who dared to meet them.

Around his neck rested an intricate golden collar, adorned with engraved runes—and also a central gemstone—that flickered like an ember. Despite meeting Lucivar eye-to-eye, he did not move, he sat with an air of arrogance with his legs spread wide and his posture lazy.

One arm rested on the armrest, His cheek propped against a clenched fist.