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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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Pattern

The direction Liam wanted to take with his swords was clear cut.

It had to be wild. Unpredictable. Dangerous. 

Something with no reigns.

But it also had to have form and precision. Versatility and technique.

'Order emerges from pandemonium,' Liam thought with distant eyes.

As much as he hated riddles and broad ways of thinking, he had to ponder over his fighting style.

The sword didn't control the wielder.

The wielder controlled the sword.

If Liam wanted a fighting style, he had to dive into who he was first.

But his mind was strangely clear and devoid of anxiousness.

He was calm.

'If chaos is consistent, patterns will naturally emerge from whatever it is.' 

'In one way or the other, it will affect something in a way that it wasn't supposed to.'

'Like a volcanic explosion.'

'Contrary to belief, it doesn't make the world warmer.'