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Monarch of the Stolen Permanence(The 1% That Became Absolute)

They called it trash. They left him to die. When the Dungeons came to Aethelgard, humanity awakened with powers that reshaped the world. Some became Gods of Fire, able to raze cities. Others became Masters of Space, bending reality itself. Vihan Dravik got a broken Lifesteal skill with a pathetic 1% activation rate. For nineteen years, he endured the mockery. Party after party used him as bait, as a warm body, as someone expendable. His guardian Kaelen raised him in obscurity, hiding secrets about his past—secrets about the parents Vihan never knew. The mysterious Veilstone on the hill whispered to him in dreams he couldn't understand. Then a party of S-Rank Sovereigns offered him a chance. A real dungeon. Real monsters. Maybe, finally, his skill would work. It didn't. They left him to die in the depths of the Sunken Spire, bleeding out alone in the dark. --- But death was not the end. It was the beginning. In the grey mist of the Shadow Realm, Vihan discovered the truth about his power. He doesn't steal HP. He steals permanence. 1% of a Dragon's strength? Permanent. 1% of a Mage's mana pool? Permanent. 1% of a Fallen Hero's soul? A new Shadow Soldier, bound to his will forever. Now Vihan walks the line between justice and monstrosity. He didn't choose to become a predator—but the world made him one. As he hunts the powerful, builds his army of shadows, and uncovers the truth about his mother from the mysterious Veil, he must confront a terrifying question: When you take pieces of everyone you defeat... what's left of who you were? --- From the quiet town of Oakhaven to the floating continents of Veridion, from the Obsidian Realm of his mother's people to the very gates of the Origin—witness the rise of the Reluctant Predator. The 1% Thief is coming. And he wants more than your respect. He wants your permanence. --- Tags: #ProgressionFantasy #LitRPG #AntiHero #ShadowArmy #Mystery #WeakToStrong #Revenge #WorldHopping #LongNovel
Celestial_Debugger · 5k Views

Others Summon Legendary Dragons And Knights, While I Summon OP Slimes

In a world where greatness is measured by the legends one summons—ancient dragons, divine knights, and mythic beasts—Arthur Kingslayer was born a disappointment. When the Talent Discovery Orb flared with countless shifting colors, the kingdom held its breath, certain a prodigy had been revealed. But the verdict was cruel: talentless. Laughter followed. Whispers spread. And for Arthur’s father, the mighty King, shame turned into something far worse. To erase the stain on his bloodline, the king declared a grand hunting festival. The prey was his own son. Driven into the forest like a fleeting beast, Arthur watched helplessly as the only person who ever loved him—his loyal maid, Areal—was beheaded before his eyes by his father himself. Arrows tore into his legs as he fled, blood soaking the earth, yet Arthur refused to die. Dragging his broken body through mud and roots, he collapsed into a narrow pit, hiding there until the sounds of pursuit faded into silence. When he awoke, death had not claimed him. Instead, something else had answered. Before him wobbled a small green slime—weak, ridiculed, and dismissed by the world. At that moment, Arthur’s long-dormant talent panel ignited, its words glowing with an impossible authority: “Slime detected. Initiating bond in response to Slime God Talent.” Abandoned by blood. Branded a failure. Reborn through the weakest summon in existence. As hatred hardens into resolve, Arthur Kingslayer swears vengeance upon the kingdom that tried to erase him. In a world obsessed with legends, he will rise through what they scorn most—and prove that even a slime tamer can devour gods.
Mister_Imaginative · 123.2k Views