Dreaming of Ascension [Progression Fantasy + Participant in the Royal Road Writathon Challenge]

The weak are no better than livestock, human life is just another resource to be exploited, only the powerful are able to decide their own fate, and behind the faux intellectualism and pursuit of truth so symbolic of magic, the only fundamental law that governs the world is that of the jungle. Sol was only a child when he was taken from his home, and forced to become a soldier. On the battlefield, the wails of dead men serenaded him into slumber, and he awoke to the stench of blood and filth. With the passage of time, he slowly began to feel as if he was living in a perpetual nightmare. Only, his suffering unexpectedly came to an end, having been shown kindness by an elderly cook, and he finally escaped, free to dream once again. Even so, he could still hear the weeping, smell the metal, see those he had lost. And when given the opportunity to walk the path of ascension, and acquire godhood, He took it. But power always comes with a price. Daily Updates