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Born in Blood

His mother died when she gave birth to him, his father a physically abusive alcoholic. Life is not kind to Darius King. Darius would have dreams of being in a world of magic, but alas, his dreams would always end. He hated life, and life hated him, so he ended both his and his father's. When reincarnating into a peasant-like lifestyle as Liam, in the town of Ucladd, Darius realizes he has entered the world of cultivation! With his ambitious, ruthless, and curious nature combining into one, he paves a bloody path to power. Shifting his gaze from the Earth towards the Sky, nothing will stop him on his path for strength. "I will touch the stars... or die trying." ==================== Note: NO R-18, R**e, Romance or pre-marital handholding. I take no pleasure in writing such things. There's a bunch of killing and gruesome descriptions though. The novel is a bit slow in the first chapters, but after that, it picks up and gets significantly better. Also, the power system is similar to BotDS, but I've asked the author for permission to use it. It's also heavily inspired my writing, but the beginning is where its most prevalent. Discord: due to spam bots joining, the server is invite only. My discord tag is: covidcandy I welcome criticism and feedback with open arms, as long as it's actual advice. Note, if your review has any spoilers without the spoiler tag, I will have to delete it. One last note, if you're going to, please don't buy privilege by the end of the month since it'll reset at the starting of every month. Art is not mine - source: no clue. Please comment if you want me to take it down.

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A Success

The talk with Spirit of Nature was going… surprisingly well. 

She seemed to have taken a liking to Liam despite his morbid reputation and blatant sarcasm.

Liam imagined that the Amazonians were the superstitious, secluded type that never bothered except with their own.

Part of that was true. Why else would Spirit of Nature push him to gulp down a glass of poison before choosing to speak with him? 

Her demeanor reminded Liam of the Spartans. 

Serious folk built and raised for war, but laughed at the grimmest of times.

But he had passed whatever test she was putting him through. And she wasn't hard to speak with.

"So?" Spirit of Nature said, reclining backwards and running a hand through her wild hair. 

"What brings you to me? Besides my feminine charm, of course."

She winked.

"I don't think you possess any," Liam said bluntly, and the woman laughed. Spartan. "I can't call you Spirit of Nature. Give me a name?"