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Titan God's Undead Army

Author: Sixth
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[On Hiatus.] Vis wasn't born under the bright star. His life on Earth was crap, but he managed to make something out of it. He became a good man. But then, the fate took him away, transmigrating him to a new world! *I, Sixth, have published this story solely for webnovel.com I am not responsible for other illegal copies on other sites* #Support authors on webnovel.com by reading their stories here or on the webnovel's app!

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Chapter 1Titan God's Descendant

Chapter 1: Titan God's Descendant

The white forest was lost against the snow, its trees halfway submerged within piles of snow. Within such an environment, the residents had been struggling to keep their bodies warm and life intact, but their claws never stopped going against each other.

However in such a harsh place, traces of a human could be seen.

Those traces led straight to the mountain whose tip was hidden within the clouds.

Anyone who got close to these steps would be able to see that there was also blood mixed within those.

Naturally, a human within the mountains had been struggling against the residents too as the human's body was delicate for the beasts' teeth and abundant in the flesh to fill them up.

"Another one…" One of the caves has been occupied by a human who was already close to death despite fighting for only one day here. He glanced at the white wolf strutting its way towards the cave's interior with its head high.

The wolf was bigger than his former prey, so it must be the leader, "Come… at me… little shit…" The man was actually a nineteen years old prince of the Merthic Empire. He was small, around 160 centimeters tall and his body didn't let out any sharp aura that most of the princes indifferently used on a daily basis.

His name was Vis and he himself didn't know how he had ended up in such a situation. He had yet a lot of memories constantly flooding his mind which was problematic as his situation required utmost focus.

This man just suddenly woke up in the body of a nineteen years old prince and immediately got forced to deal with the cold environment and its residents.

Since the battles had not been foreign to him on Earth, Vis swung his fists around and smashed down the wolves' attempts to take him down!

He needed to withstand a few sharp teeth to keep the wolves in one place, so his bleeding on his frozen body was severe. Not only his lips were trembling, but his whole body barely managed to stay still.

Unlike those, Vis' eyes stood still and he kept looking at the beast without any hint of fear, "Come… Come…" He waited for the beast's jump attentively. The moment its legs slightly bent, Vis' whole frozen state shattered as he shouted.

It was the pure will of his to survive!

"DIE!" Answering this jump, Vis pounced forward and smashed his fist straight into the beast's jaw. He then continued with the momentum and more fists descended upon the white beast.

He pummeled down with everything he got, but the beast suddenly howled and used some kind of skill that brought a small snowstorm before his jaw. It had formed a ball that struck Vis heavily and he momentarily lost consciousness afterward.

However, the memories of the previous owner kept flooding his mind. Because of that, Vis quickly returned and so his fists!

Their battle lasted for more than ten minutes, then Vis raised the white beast with red stains all over its body. He put it around his neck and warmed himself in such a way while withstanding all pain that just increased more after this struggle.

No fire, no proper equipment.

The previous owner just ran away to such a place without anything and his death brought the current Vis here. They just happened to share the same name, but was it really the reason for his transmigration?

"AHHH!" He wailed while keeping the dead wolf close to his body. The pain soon overtook him and the consciousness faded away.

The influx of memories brightly trembled within him and those memories became like VR Video that allowed the current Vis to learn more about himself.

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The Fifth Prince.

He had been the man who was born as a shortie. His height never passed over 170 centimeters and this fact alone brought a huge scandal to the Merthic Empire.

His mother, the fifth concubine, was accused of cheating on the emperor, and Vis together with his mother had spent the whole month in the prison.

It was not home arrest, but the real prison where other prisoners had been held…

This whole scandal brought not an only shame to the royal family, but also Vis' mother showed off signs of disgust toward him.

The emperor's son had not inherited even a hint of Titan God's bloodline? How could it even be possible? How could Vis be such a shortie even after nineteen years? She let out all those questions at him, then gave up on him later on.

Even if all those accusations turned out to be false, Vis' mother begged the emperor with her forehead digging into the emperor chamber's carpet for forgiveness and promised to give birth to another son.

She put the blame wholly on Vis and left him alone in the prison.

He got forcefully taken away from such a place as no royalty should be staying here. But if the proof somewhat happened to be falsified like this whole rumor, then would he be left alone here to death?

The previous Vis lost his whole purpose. He knew that he would be used as a marriage tool at some point and would do his best to nurture this relationship for the empire's growth. He had no bloodline or ability, so what else could he do?

But after this whole scandal, Vis abandoned himself and threw his body to the world. He roamed mindlessly, drowned himself in the alcohol, and then ended up dead in the white forest without anyone close to him.

No one also would grief or let out tears for him…. He just died without anyone realizing his disappearance.

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"I won't be… a tool," Vis uttered, his mouth filled with a metallic taste. After he had awakened from the first day of struggles, Vis found out that he had bitten the wolf. He tore through thick fur and reached for the flesh while reminiscing about the memories of the previous owner.

His body was one big mystery, at least for the current Vis.

Just the fact that he managed to survive this day and enjoy the raw meat left Vis stunned. He kept munching the flesh and gouged heavily, then Vis tried to raise his upper body, but to no avail.

He had just let out a few groans, then settled his head down on the wolf's fur, "Again… I am forced to climb the ladder… From the lowest social dog…"

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