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21Somewhere in the depths of space… An object pulsed faintly, radiating light—yet at the same time, it seemed to absorb it. Its size was impossible to measure, as if its very existence defied the laws of reality. Anything that approached—asteroids, stars, even light itself—was consumed without a trace, disappearing into the void. If one were to observe closely, they would see the fabric of space twisting and distorting around it, yet somehow appearing stable—as if reality itself were an illusion.  Its rough, circular shape resembled what humans might call a black hole—though whether that truly defined its nature was a question beyond understanding. Its location? Fortunately for humankind, it was nowhere near the Milky Way galaxy. Suddenly, a streak of white and gold light erupted from the black hole's center, cutting through the darkness with blinding speed. It shot into the depths of space, with no sign of slowing or changing course. Its destination? Unknown. --- In a dimly lit room, the glow from a computer screen served as the only source of light, casting faint shadows on the surroundings. A bed was placed against the wall, shelves cluttered with various items, and a table where the computer hummed beneath its bright screen. Seated before the screen was a man. His messy hair stuck out at odd angles beneath a pair of headphones. His bloodshot eyes, shadowed by dark circles, were glued to the screen, while a twisted smile stretched across his face, his teeth glinting in the dim light. His right hand moved the mouse in quick, erratic motions, while his left hand repeatedly hammered a single key on the keyboard. Despite the headphones, the sound of moans filled the room. On the screen, a beautiful naked woman with strikingly clear features writhed in pleasure, her trembling voice aligning perfectly with the movements of a translucent male figure above her, whose movements perfectly matched the motions of the man's hands over the keyboard and mouse as he sat before the screen. [Congratulations, Player! You have conquered the final target.] For ten minutes moans continued along with the fierce clicking of buttons before a prompt appeared on the screen, marking the accomplishment of his hard work. As if he had finally achieved the thing he was after, his crazed smile faded as his hands came to rest.  He stared at the prompt for a full minute, as if imprinting the screen into his mind before the moment could slip away. Only after feeling satisfied did his right hand move, following the soft click of the mouse, a new prompt appeared. [You have successfully conquered the 30 targets and have reached the end of the story. Thank You for your hard work.] After a quick review, another soft click resounded throughout the room. A new prompt appeared. [Congratulations! Player, you have completed the Story Mode and have unlocked Special Mode. Would you like to Continue?  Reminder:  Selecting "No" will save the game and Player can continue from here later. Selecting "Cancel" will result in losing the Special Mode.] [Yes] [No] [Cancel] His twisted smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. His bloodshot eyes, heavy with exhaustion, remained fixed on the screen. After a while, his eyes shifted to the digital clock at the left corner of the table. { 2 : 50 } It was just ten minutes from 3 in the morning.  His eyes turned to the screen, then once again glanced back at the clock before shifting back. For a brief moment, he paused before he clicked [Yes] [This is a Focus-based Mode. Special Mode does not feature "Save" Mode. There are three checkpoints where the progression will be saved automatically. Exiting in the middle will result in loss of the progress and the access to Special Mode. Would you like to Continue?] [Yes] [No] He hesitated, knowing his condition. His eyes were already burning, and he didn't want to lose progress if he blacked out. After a moment's consideration, he clicked [No]. After a few i
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Umbra Overlord: Night Mother's Champion

WARNING: This story isn’t for the faint of heart. The main character is shameless, crude, and unapologetically ruthless. If you want a clean-cut hero who plays by the rules, this isn’t your tale. ------------------------------------------ But if you crave raw power, dark humor, divine legacies, and the rise of a shameless, ruthless legend — buckle up. Growing up, Corven had always known he was different. He was a misfit. An outsider. He never fit in, nor did he want to. And he got bullied for it. So when he learns that he's a demigod son of the strongest primordial god, he wasn't too surprised. But power attracts enemies. And Erebus has many. You don't become the strongest without garnering quite a few, and being the son of the strongest can only protect one for so long. As the son of the Primordial of Darkness and the inheritor of a feared legacy tied to the a forgotten family who once ruled the Shadow Realm and its scattered powers, Corven quickly becomes a target in a brutal world ruled by gods, monsters, demigods, nobles, cultivators, ancient Houses and ruthless politics. He must quickly build his power, brick by brick, because, if he knew one thing, it was this: He was never going to be weak ever again, and he'll ensure that comes out on top. In this world, strength defines worth, betrayal is currency, and weakness is an invitation to die. So Corven must grow stronger. Faster. Smarter. More ruthless. Because if he doesn’t, the enemies hunting him will bury him long before he ever reaches his full potential. His road is a bloody one, filled with war, betrayal, ancient enemies, and powers beyond mortal comprehension. Yet, with his loyal friends at his back and a primordial family that seems hellbent on gifting him absurdly overpowered abilities, Corven may actually stand a chance against the forces seeking his downfall... At least externally, anyway. Because the true enemy may lie within. See, power in this world comes at a cost. And Primordial Spawns are cursed notoriously worse than most. Sure, there may be Monarchs blessed by the elements. Demigods blessed by the gods. And Progenitors blessed by evolution itself. Primordial Spawns --- children born to primordial parents --- are blessed by the Primordials themselves; they are born with limitless potential and favored by the universe itself. But they are born with a curse. The stronger they become, the more their sanity begins to fracture beneath the weight of their own power. After all, the cost of power is madness and, as the strongest of the Primordial Spawns, Corven has madness in spades. Suffice to say, if the enemies of Erebus don’t kill Corven before his ascension... His own insanity might just do the trick. He fights dirty. He talks back. Mercy? There is none left. This is not a story about heroes. This is the rise of the Shadowborn monster the world tried to erase — and the legend that will force them to remember why darkness was the very first element in creation... And why it is feared. ------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ Additional Tags: - Anti-Hero - Villain - Magic - Cultivation - Undead - Summons - Broken - Gods - Myths - Betrayals - Vengeance - Werewolves - Vampires - Demons - Warlocks - Witches ------------------------------------ Release Schedule & Bonuses • 2+ Chapters every 3–4 days • Bonus Chapter every third Friday • Power Stone Milestones:   • 35 = +1 Chapter   • 55 = +4 Chapters • 20 Shares = +2 Chapters ------------------------------------ Read. Vote. Share. Let’s climb—one shadow at a time.
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