God, Help Us All [Monster Evolution/Progression/LitRPG]
Cliche. Another monster progression story. That was probably what you thought when you read the title of my story. And, I can't lie, for the most part, it probably is. But, what else am I supposed to do when I've been thrusted into a world that could kill me in an instant? There's nothing to do but to progress, to devour and evolve. You would do the same too. Such is the basis of a monster. Such is the right of any living being. So that's what I did. I ate, I killed and I hoarded anything I could get my big limbs on. Friendship, allies and love? There used to be a little god calling himself "Heaven's Equal" who spouted of such things, before I ate him. The world went pretty quiet after that. Follow my story. Read for yourself how I evolved from a little monster in a lake I thought was the ocean, all the way into the Titan Of Destruction. Cross Posted On Royalroadl & Webnovel. What To Expect: - A relatively quick progression story - Ruthless, I mean - Fang Yuag levels - of ruthless protagonist. - A system? that grows stronger along with the protagonist - Big Monsters Duking It Out, with minimal humans/beastmen/elves, etc. . .focus. Basically, monsterverse without annoying ass humans ruining the show. - Did I mention that the protagonist was pretty evil?
Poor, poor James
Inside a small, cluttered hut on the outskirts of the High Human Kingdom, James hunched over his workbench, lost in the intricate process of tinkering with his latest invention. It was a simple idea on paper: a self-propelling wheeled gadget designed to help him collect herbs from the woods more efficiently. But each turn of a screw, each click of a gear, felt like an endless puzzle with every solution leading to another problem.
"Come on… just fit," James muttered to himself as he tried to align a stubborn cog into place. His hands were nimble, each finger stained with a faint sheen of oil and magic residue from hours spent in the workshop. He pressed harder, biting his lip in concentration, only for the gadget to sputter and whirr with a cough, the small wheels jittering before halting in a disappointing huff of smoke.