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Martial Demons Ascension

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In a world where magic defines worth, Rhyka was born with nothing. No mana. No spark. No connection to the divine threads that bind life. Mocked, overlooked, and dismissed as hollow, he drifted through life without purpose except for a quiet, relentless hunger to grow strong. That hunger drives him to the Martial Path a path that rejects spell and sorcery Through blood, pain, and solitude, he forges a will sharp enough to cut through gods. And for the first time, he finds clarity not just to grow stronger, but to fulfil his true desire to kill the Goddess of Magic herself. But just as his suffering begins to bear fruit… He’s murdered. No glory No legacy Just a cold, unceremonious end.” Until something else finds him. An unknown entity, offers Rhyka a second chance no promises,unknown terms, only growth... and the power to continue his impossible goal. --‐First 40 chapters are all meant to build up the mc the academy comes later volume 2 will be far more action based and there will be much more going on
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