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Origin of Chaos: Legend of The Red Tiger

In the world of Zenon, where Psychic and esper powers reigned supreme, Alexander, the prince of Norath, was born without the ability to harness “Zet”, the respected psychic energy. Branded a “dud” by the society, Alexander faced discrimination and hate, even within his own kingdom. However, tragedy struck when a brutal coup claimed the lives of his parents, stripping him of his royal status. He was thrown into slavery along with the other duds at the age of ten, where he was severly maltreated for many years. During his time suffering as a slave, Alex’s rage grew, and he swore to get revenge on the world that had rejected him. His chance for vengeance came after fifteen years, when he and a large number of slaves were forced to go through an inhumane ‘gene-altering experiment’. A huge majority of the slaves lost their lives, their bodies unable to endure the excruciating pain from the experiment. Only five people managed to survive, among which included Alexander, emerging as new beings with supernatural abilities. With their newfound powers, Alexander and the other four unleashed chaos and destruction upon Zenon, wreaking havoc upon those who once oppressed them. However, their rash actions drew grave consequences, ones that were far greater than them. Will they be able to overcome the powerful enemies rising against them… or will they eventually succumb to the cruel fate the universe has laid down for them? **** This novel contains serious bloodshed and gore, please don’t read if you can’t stomach any of this. Note: This novel is only fiction, and isn’t in anyway related to the real world. Join my discord: https://discord.gg/PqCseyu2Kh

Gladstone_ · Fantasia
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51 Chs

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Swoosh!

   Suddenly, his figure vanished from Alex's side, and a powerful gust of wind immediately swept past the formation of psychics, with Kahn reappearing at the other end. 

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

   In the next second, the heads of the psychics started sliding off their necks, dropping to the ground like pieces of meat. 

   Each of them still had the same focused expressions on their faces, without even knowing how or when they died. 

Splash!

   A geyser of blood spurted out of their severed neck, pouring down to the ground like rain.

Splosh!

   The bodies of the psychics started falling to the floor also, splashing blood everywhere with each impact.

   Kahn stretched out his hands, his lips curling into a grin as he relished in the sight of blood raining to the ground.