webnovel

Anax

Fantastique
Actuel · 35.8K Affichage
  • 6 Shc
    Contenu
  • audimat
  • N/A
    SOUTIEN
Synopsis

He was tired, locked up since young, the reason, petty hate, they hated the people he helped so much they threw a child in a cell. Finally, the moment he's been waiting for, execution day. Denying an offer to be helped, he allows himself to be executed, not without leaving a few kind words of course. After death, he finds himself alone surrounded by darkness, left only to his thoughts. Meeting a god, he learns he will be going through reincarnation, he denies this proposition as well, but it seems there is no choice in the matter. __________ Yeah, a new writer here, so, forgive me for my lack of skill. . The overarching arc only truly starts after the reincarnation, but everything that happens will be relevant.

Étiquettes
8 étiquettes
Chapter 1Prologue - What a Day

Sitting in his cell, the young man was resting his head against the wall as he stared at the ceiling intently. His long unkempt hair was covering his face, he let out a heavy sigh. Feeling a change in the area around him he brought his head down and looked ahead of himself as he saw a girl in grey robes that went down to her knees. With her hood covering her face she squatted in front of him as she began to stroke his hair.

"So... tomorrow's the day?" As the girl spoke there was a noticeable quiver in her voice, as she choked on her words.

"Yes, they'll be executing me tomorrow, hahaha." The young man said straight out the fact that he'll be put to death as he let out a self-deprecating laugh

The robed girl was staring at him intently as he was laughing, she clenched her fist as she observed him. He was in a cell, yet he had no chains, some who saw this might've thought he must be no threat since he isn't chained up, but the situation is quite the opposite.

He's seen as the biggest threat in the prison, as they had no way to keep him here. He was isolated from all the other prisoners and guarded by the "Titan hearted", yet he has reportedly escaped a few times, meaning he could leave whenever he wishes.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help you escape? I can do it you know, I have a pretty high position back home and I'm pretty infamous in this human kingdom!" The girl stood up as she was practically begging him to let her help him.

"I-I just-"Interrupting her own words she sat on her knees in front of him as she grabbed his hands and held them in hers. Taking off her hood she revealed her long pink hair and her skin that had a pink blush to it.

"I love you." After sitting there in silence for an unknown amount of time, the girl declared her emotions as she squeezed the young man's hands, she stared him in the eyes with a pained expression. "So please-"

Hearing her struggling to let out her words and seeing the expression on her face, the young man had a somber smile on his face as he looked her in the eye.

"I've been here most of my life, ever since I was a child actually. I helped a group of your people, at the risk of my freedom as well. Now that I remember correctly, you were in that group as well weren't you?"

"After my imprisonment, I was left alone, no family to visit me, no friends visited, yet you were always there with me. You visited almost every day, talked with me, played with me, laughed with me..." Hearing what he said, the girl swept his hair from covering his face to the side of his ears.

Seeing his face she had a saddened expression. One could clearly see the noticeably large bags under his eyes, he looked completely and utterly exhausted. Feeling him squeeze her hands as well, she heard him speak in a soft voice that broke her heart.

"Nak..."

"I'm tired Rachel..."

Letting go of his hands she quickly embraced him in a hug, as she tightened her arms around him, he hugged her back as they sat there embracing one another in silence.

Sitting in his cell Nak had his back facing towards the bars as he stared at the wall, hearing some clunking and screeching noises he let out a small smile on his face.

Clink Clink

Hearing something clang against his cell bars he opened his eyes, "How unexpected, I never expected his royal highness being the one to escort me." He turned around and spoke towards the person standing behind a few people dressed in military clothing in a ridiculing tone.

The black-haired, middle-aged man in the luxurious clothing stared at him with a nervous expression, "O-of course, I need to make sure everything goes forward without a hitch." Signaling towards one of the soldiers, they unlocked the cell and entered.

Looking at what was in the soldier's hands he had a confused look on his face, "Why do you have such a worthless thing in your hands?" Looking at the cuffs in the soldier's hands he stood up and looked at the tall soldier.

"It's to make the civilians believe they are safe as they view "your" execution." Nak scrutinized the man who answered him, as he allowed them to put the cuffs on him, "As expected of the Emperor." They left the cell and headed towards the open giant metal door, he was walking in between the four guards with the Emperor leading them out.

Standing outside the door were two large giants draped in silver armor holding giant iron axes. As they passed the two giants glanced down at Nak who was waving at them. After they passed the two giants pulled the door close with loud screeching and a loud clunk.

Clack Clack Clack

As they were moving through the halls the sound of the soldiers' and Emperor's footsteps was the only sound that could be heard.

"Soooo... How's the son?" Hearing his question the soldiers as well as the Emperor's shoulder slightly flinched, ignoring his question they continued their walk as Nak sighed. They continued in silence for a while longer before finally at the top of some stairs that lead to a door.

One soldier stepped up and knocked on the door in a certain pattern, after a few seconds, the door and the wall moved apart revealing a lavish room, there was some furnishing in the room and a balcony on the right, sitting on a couch in the room eating grapes was a man with raven black hair and sea blue eyes, he gave off this princely aura.

Seeing them, the man instantly straightened himself, he looked at the Emperor who had a complicated expression on his face, "Son, I expected you to be with your siblings, what brings you here?"

Glancing towards Nak, who was noticeably shorter than everyone in the room, the prince slightly bowed towards the Emperor, "I wished to watch the execution with you father."

"Very well!" Giving his consent, the Emperor headed towards the balcony followed by the prince who looked back in time to see Nak wink at him as he was escorted out of the room by the soldiers, as shivers ran down his spine.

As he was being escorted through the building Nak was thinking to himself as he remembered his last meeting with Rachel, was this the right choice? Is it alright to leave her?

The answers weren't all that big, he was tired that was it. He could sleep whenever he wants yet that peace would never last. Spending time with Rachel was peaceful and soothing yet she had her own problems that her people needed to resolve.

If he were to allow her to get caught up in his problems it would cause problems for her. He chose the option he preferred as well as the best option. Eternal rest. Of course, he wouldn't allow himself to be killed before helping her out one more time...

The people in the crowd have been anticipating this day for a long time, the execution of the individual who freed the current most infamous people in the empire.

Though they were excited there was this tension in the air, the people were nervous they've heard how dangerous this man was, yet now that dangerous individual is being presented in front of them, they were rightfully nervous.

As they were standing looking up towards they heard the loud sounds of steel hitting against the floor as many knights started entering, surrounding the plaza as well as the walls surrounding it.

Looking at the knights that entered the plaza with awe, their gazes returned to the execution platform. standing there was a short individual with long messy white hair that covered his entire face.

The citizens who were staring up at the cuffed person on the platform were, underwhelmed, to say the least. This is who is responsible for the many problems they faced? He didn't even look like he could handle an armored soldier!?

"Before we relieve you of your life... do you have any last words!?"

The knight standing next to his side shouted loud enough to be heard by the entire plaza. Everyone observed Nak as he swept his hair from in front of his face.

Showing his golden eyes, he cracked a smile as he began moving his mouth.

"Well, where should I even begin~"

"All of you, Emperor included~ Are Fucking Stupid."

"You people are the sorriest sacks of **** I've ever seen in my life! To hate some people who are barely any different from you, you hate them so much that you threw me, a child at the time in a cell, and for what? Because they have that cool magic mumbo jumbo?"

Having spat out some slurs and sharing his thoughts with these people, the citizens stood there in silence, some with their mouths agape. As they were not expecting him to say something like this they were quite surprised.

"Haaaa~ such a disappointment."

He let out a sigh, looking at the knight who was preparing to decapitate him before turning his gaze towards the balcony where the Emperor, and prince were seated while being accompanied by the royal guard.

Scanning the plaza, his legs started moving, he jumped from the platform running up the wall as the soldiers began pointing their rifles, and the knights began pointing their crossbows. As he was running along the wall he flipped up it, dodging the bullets and bolts, landing on the head of a knight stationed on the wall.

Hopping from head to head, Nak made his way to the Emperors' balcony, Swiiish, hearing something cut through the wind he bent his head back, dodging a bolt fired at him by one of the knights.

Making it under the balcony he hopped along the walls a few times, planting his feet n the balcony rails he was met with the royal knights' swords pointed towards him. Staring at those in the room he had a calm face that turned into a bright smile as he saw the Emperor and prince who still occupied the room.

"As I expected, you're as arrogant as you are a coward."

The Emperor standing behind five knights with the prince had a victorious smile on his face, "I thought we agreed that you wouldn't cause any problems!?"

"Agreed? That only lasted for as long as I was in the cell, anyway, let's get this over with shall we."

Finishing talking Nak kicked away the closest sword as he kicked the knight in her shin causing her armor to indent. Sliding across the floor he slammed his foot against the chest area of the next knight, who was sent flying back.

Seeing two of his best knights be quickly defeated the Emperor rushed towards the door with the prince. Shaking his head Nak kicked up a sword before kicking it at the Emperor, whose leg was pierced causing him to fall face-first into the ground.

Nak nodded toward this as he quickly dispatched the last three royal guards, as he made his way towards the downed Emperor he sighed as he heard the sound of shaking, as well as the sounds of the door being consistently hit.

Crouching down in front of the Emperor Nak chuckled as he saw his face full of pain and dread.

"Never expected me to do this huh? Yeah me neither, but I thought to myself, what would help her the most? Destroying the Empire? Crippling its army? No, I thought, I should take down their leadership,"

The Emperor's body shook as he stared at his son who was shaking off to his side, as he was shaking they heard the loud noises coming

"First comes your death, don't worry though I won't kill your son, I'll just hurt him a bit~" Getting up Nak walked over to the prince as kicked his ankles causing him to fall, with the prince on the ground Nak stepped on his leg and pressed down with all his strength.

Ugh! Aaargh! Aaaaaaah!

The Emperor closed his eyes and looked away as he couldn't watch his son being crippled. Finishing breaking the prince's legs Nak walked back in front of the Emperor, as he did though, the knights finally broke through the strengthened door. Quickly crushing his neck, Nak turned towards them.

Yo-you, you dare murder his highness!!!"

The knights eyed him with fury in their eyes, they charged him in a rush of rage at Nak who was just standing there. As the knights were about to make contact with him a large hand came from the balcony pulling him out of the room, before launching him towards the ground.

He was slammed against the ground of the now deserted plaza with a loud thud, sitting up he started coughing, he noticed there was also blood dripping down from his head. Looking up he saw the one that threw him, It was a similar giant to the ones that were guarding the prison, it was accompanied by another one.

As the giants were glaring at him the knights and soldiers started flooding into the plaza surrounding him, looking around he saw the executioner step up at his side and raise his ax. Looking towards a figure standing atop a nearby tower, he let out a small smile closing his eyes as the ax was brought down on his head...

Opening his eyes he was greeted with nothing but darkness, looking down at his hands, he found that they were a translucent blue, he let out a sigh.

"Haaaaa~ What a day."

________________

A/N - Hey, if you could, please share your thoughts on this with me, anyway, I have a headache so imma head to sleep.

2.3k words

Vous aimerez aussi

Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse

"Level up? Dragons?" Eighteen. The age of Awakening. An important moment where every human in the desolate maga-cities unlocks their Talent, a unique ability to carve a path in this monster-plagued apocalyptic world. Alister Hazenworth, a graduating student, and a rising star at the prestigious Aegis Academy, was destined for greatness. His exceptional athleticism and magical aptitude promise a powerful Talent – a guarantee for a secure life and social status. But fate had different plans. During Alister's Awakening ceremony, it's revealed that he's a Summoner. Instead of admiration, he faces mockery. His once bright future turns bleak as his "friends" desert him for Talents they see as more "useful." left alone, Alister awakens a system. [Host found, system binding...] [System binded successfully.] [Congrats, you have gain the status of 'player'.] [Ding!! Congrats to the player for awakening The Dragonforge - an overlord system.] [Ding!! it has been detected that the player possesses a latent draconic aspect, and as such will only be able to summon dragons!!] [Will the player like to proceed with their first summoning?] Cast aside and underestimated, Alister becomes a force to be reckoned with. He embarks on a journey, building his own dragon army – a crew of majestic wyverns, fearsome drakes, and ancient wyrms. He raids the wastelands, reclaims lost resources, and dismantles the prejudice against summoners. Every day, his power grows, his bond with his dragons deepens, and his legend spreads like wildfire. Discord server: https://discord.gg/zbQwWCSCrn [A/N: This is a slow paced novel, don't expect the protagonist to suddenly start out overpowered and start dominating left and right, he will become an overlord of dragons, yes, but it will take time. (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)] Cover made by me /⁠ᐠ⁠。⁠ꞈ⁠。⁠ᐟ⁠\

Zurbluris · Fantastique
4.4
431 Chs

I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

RighteousFilth · Fantastique
3.7
840 Chs

Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's Luna, the FL... Her skin and clothes are morphing into shimmering scales from her dragon power. Remember Sailor Moon? Magical girls? Now imagine if the magical outfit wasn’t a cute dress, but an actual dragon! The dragon is the dress... It’s not just fashion; it’s fusion. High-level beasts tend to leave their mark, and Luna wears it like a boss, pulling off the ultimate power move. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

Dagzo · Fantastique
4.6
237 Chs

audimat

  • Tarif global
  • Qualité de l’écriture
  • Mise à jour de la stabilité
  • Développement de l’histoire
  • Conception des personnages
  • Contexte mondial
Critiques
Aimé
Nouveau

SOUTIEN