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Path of the Fist

The gods died a millennia ago. Cultivators of Ulreon seek power, and dominion over what remains after the Divine Genocide, using the Fate System crafted by powerful entities to realize their ambitions. Amongst them, Erik Basara, son of a dreaded Norse cultivator family, travels back in time to claim the honor and glory he had been denied. Born again in a violent clan, thirsting for greater heights, Erik will use his knowledge of the future and the Fate System to thread a new path with his fists assisted by his shamanic powers. However, he is not the only regressor. *** Original Book Cover by loonu1991 Please Read: 1° The story starts grim dark, for about three chapters, then opens up to other tones. For instance, there'll be friendship, a bit of romance, kingdom building, beast taming starting at chapter 31 (or sooner depending on your pov), and other additions that might not be present till later in the story but are already planned. 2° EDITED: There'll be 1 chap per day for five days a week (no chaps on the weekend), each between 1500 words and +2000 words. More chaps for mass release or other events. As of chapter 27, we're already at 50K words which are around 200 pages of content. 3° This is a cultivation story with litrpg/system elements. It'll be a mix of both genres. 4° The overall pace will be fast, by my standards, though not rushed. The first 3 chaps take their time to introduce the world and the MC, but the pace picks up in chapter 4. 5° The System and Cultivation aspect is introduced in chapter 3 6° I hope you'll like this story I poured time and effort into. Though it's fine if you don't, we all have different tastes after all. 7° To those that have read my other works, they are on hiatus until I finish this book, which should take around 500 chaps perhaps more if additional content is added. I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience. 8° If you've read thus far, you are a brave soul, and have my congratulations.

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Volume 1 Epilogue

A few days ago, somewhere in the Crimson Forest.

Alpha was hungry. Thirty moons ago, he had left the Huge Pack led by the infamous, brainless, tyrannic, power hungry half direwolf.

His claw-wound the bastard had given him as a parting gift on his flank still seared, even though it became a scar moons ago.

He hadn't been able to put up with that vicious half-direwolf temperament, running around the Crimson Forest killing anything and everything, when they could have been resting and mating half the time!

Anyone who dared defy the bastard's orders had been killed or gravely wounded and left for dead. Too bad for the idiot, Alpha was a smart wolf and had faked his death—and almost really died in the process but freedom was worth the price!

Now he was creating his own pack, looking to avenge his humiliation. Once he'd have the numbers and necessary strength, the half-direwolf would be a thing of the past. And his pack was growing fast!