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Ascension King (Remake)

🇳🇬Ibe_Great_1841
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In a world shaped by formidable bloodlines and divine entities, a formidable warrior emerged from the shadows of the fallen Void Dragon Clan, his existence marked by chaos and bloodshed. Accompany Damon on his arduous journey as he navigates the myriad trials and tribulations that define a true strength of spirit.
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Chapter 1 - **Chapter 1***

**CHAPTER 1: Reborn**

Amidst the chaos:

For three millennia, I have hovered on the brink of insanity, ensnared in an unending cycle of brutality. My existence reached its conclusion beneath the willow tree I had planted, a symbol of my yearning for tranquility. However, as my abilities began to spiral out of control, the deranged laughter of Akim reverberated around me. His adversaries stood frozen in terror, acutely aware that death was drawing near, holding their breath in anticipation of the storm to come.

I sensed the heavens and stars reveling in my impending demise. As I closed my eyes and surrendered to the enveloping darkness, a thought ignited within me:

"Perhaps I have not genuinely died. Surely, I must be reborn!"

Damon chuckled softly. While Dora cradled her precious newborn, the deranged god experienced the long-desired joy of family. He felt the presence of his two grandfathers, his grandmothers, and a concealed aura emanating from the abyss—belonging to his sister. A chill coursed through him as they all gazed at him with expressions of joy.

"Congratulations, Gerald! The Rim family has been graced with a child who possesses the Heaven Wheel Eyes; my handsome grandson is a true prodigy, hahaha!"

His father-in-law, Maxwell, exclaimed with exuberance, leaving everyone astonished. A member of the waning Rim family had fathered a child whose eyes ranked among the top fifty. Suddenly, an extraordinary phenomenon unfolded within the mansion—the child began to levitate, emanating a radiant light that triggered a profound evolution in everyone's bloodline. Damon's grandfathers, Thomas and Maxwell, hastily erected barriers and sealing arrays to contain the surging energy that coursed through the mansion. They felt their own strength swell as the woman who had just given birth appeared revitalized.

"This is my gift to you, Mama,"

Damon smiled as he drifted into slumber, falling gently as Thomas rushed forward to catch his precious grandson.

"Tonight, we celebrate!"

Gerald proclaimed joyfully.

Somewhere within the manor, Gerald summoned all the servants, urging them to sign a blood contracts. This matter was far more important than it initially seemed, as everyone connected to the manor's bloodline—including servants, slaves, and even the beasts—had undergone a process of ascension and transformation. Should any of this information come to light, it could spell disaster. The servants comprehended that if the news were to leak, they would face grave consequences. Nevertheless, given the advantages they had received, they were more than willing to ink their names on the contracts.

"Younger generations, hail the Young Lord!"

A resounding chant erupted, filled with joy as they recognized that in this lifetime, they would become part of the formidable men and women who would soar freely across the skies.

"All servants, slaves, children, and even beasts of the manor shall undergo training that may take there life ; prepare yourselves accordingly."

Thomas conveyed his message to them in the most frigid manner imaginable. They could perceive the yearning for vengeance in the old man's eyes, as he recalled the devastation wrought by the Void Clan. Although he longed for revenge intensely, he chose to set aside his anger on this joyous day and rushed back to the side of his beloved grandson. As the years went by, Damon reached the age of five, demonstrating such remarkable skill that he left everyone astounded. He exhibited the genuine, ferocious nature of the Void Dragon Clan, leading them to understand that a true madman had been born into the Aoki continent. His handsome features began to reveal themselves as he gazed up at the sky, smiling in anticipation of the adventures that awaited him in this new world. Damon had already commenced practicing some of the skills he had acquired in his past life; his new body required rigorous training to achieve perfection. After all, how could it possibly contain the immense power that was destined to descend upon him in the near future?

"Why does Damon train so much? He never plays with me,"

Emily lamented to her mother, as Dora gently stroked her hair in a comforting gesture. Dora took great pleasure in watching her son train; it filled her with a profound sense of pride. She had promised herself to reward him with something special when he turned ten.

Upon the conclusion of his rigorous training, Damon ventured towards the river, a sanctuary for his aquatic demon beasts. Though merely five years of age, his soul bore the weight of three million years. Stripping away his garments, he waded into the cool embrace of the water, where his creatures, brimming with excitement, swam eagerly around him, their movements a joyful ballet of affection for their master.

"It's perfectly fine, my friends, you may go and play," he reassured them before diving beneath the surface, making his way towards a concealed cave nestled within the river's depths. This hidden sanctuary, discovered a year prior at the tender age of four, had become a refuge for him—a place where he could secretly harness the energy of spirit stones. "This place thrives with spirit stones. Once I refine half of them, I shall share the news with Father," Damon mused, centering himself as he continued to cultivate spiritual energy within his being. He marveled at the stark contrast between the energy of this world and that of his previous existence; here, it felt as if the energy was abundant and unclaimed. "Or is it simply that the energy in this world is so vast?" he pondered. In a mere four hours, he had consumed 230 medium-grade spirit stones, a trove valued at approximately 43 million in the marketplace.

As he resurfaced under the cloak of night, anyone who might have crossed his path would have thought they encountered a formidable creature, for the spiritual energy radiating from him resembled that of an ancient beast. As he made his way home, he sensed the familiar presence of his grandfather lurking nearby, a shadow that brought him comfort rather than fear. With an air of nonchalance, he returned to the manor.

Upon entering the mansion, he tiptoed cautiously, only to be met with the voice of his grandfather, "And where do you think you're going, you greedy child?" Slowly, Damon turned to find Thomas at his back. "Does this eccentric old man know about my little secret?" he wondered, just as footsteps approached from behind. Before he could react, he was swept off his feet. "At just five years old, you explore with the audacity of a grown man! Today, I shall show you who the true parent is," Dora declared, lifting Damon and delivering several playful spanks. "Ahh! Let me go, alright, Mother, let me go!" Damon pleaded, as Thomas chuckled heartily, "Oh, I must interrogate this greedy grandchild of mine!"

"Damon, how dare you keep something from your family?" Dora exclaimed dramatically, feigning faintness as Damon leapt from her grasp, desperation in his eyes. "Mum, okay fine! I discovered a medium-grade spirit vine a year ago, but its quality is not exceptional," he confessed, fearing the loss of his treasured find. To his surprise, he was met with expressions of shock and disbelief. "How do you even know what a spirit vein is? More importantly, you kept such a significant secret?"

Damon attempted to charm his way out of the situation, but the commanding presence of his father, Gerald, soon loomed over him. "I spoil you far too much; today, I shall correct my mistakes ," he declared, brandishing his sword as he began to chase Damon. Yet, undeterred, Damon dashed back into the comforting embrace of his mother. "Gerald, it's merely a child's whimsy; at least he spoke of it," Dora soothed, gently stroking her son's head. Gerald, still holding his sword, pointed it at Damon, "Now you've made my darling wife turn against me. What's next?" Damon responded with a cheeky tongue-out gesture, pulling mischievous faces, prompting laughter from everyone present in the mansion.