webnovel

Primordial Expanse: I have the Strongest Talent!

In a future where humanity has already conquered the galaxy, a whole new realm of mystery and horrors beyond human comprehension opens up to them, the Primordial Expanse. For as long as he could remember, Alex worked in the mines of an asteroid so desolate it didn't even have a name. But to him, this was home. He knew that his future held nothing for him and he would die a lonely and forgotten death just like everyone else stuck on this godforsaken rock. That was, until one day he wakes up to the realisation that he would die soon, as the Primordial Expanse called for him. This mysterious realm is a place of promise and opportunity for many, but for people from the slums of society like Alex, it was only a curse that almost always guaranteed death. Follow Alex on his journey though the Primordial Expanse as he navigates his way through battles, trials and enemies to carve out a space for himself at the peak of the universe. *** [WSA 2024] This novel is purely a work of fiction, any names, locations and characters are all made up and do not depict or represent the real world.

TheUngod · แฟนตาซี
Not enough ratings
488 Chs

C tier

The thought of the Red Demon commander, being as powerful as he was, going out on a rampage on the battlefield against all the weak, lower ranked humans filled Margit with fury.

This was a direct violation of the unspoken rules of engagement.

The commanders of both sides were supposed to remain out of direct combat unless something urgent came up, allowing the lower ranks to fight their battles and earn their glory.

But if the Red Demon commander was on the move, then Margit had no choice but to respond in kind.

His own power was equal to that of the Red Demon commander, and he would not let this challenge go unanswered.

"Prepare my ship," Margit barked an order to his direct assistant who worked outside his office.

"I'm heading to the battlefield."

***

Deep within the Red Demon command ship, the commander of the Red Demons was monitoring the battle with a mixture of boredom and disdain.