LightReader

I Awakened A Divine Curse

RighteousFilth
To most, Death is the end—a merciless enemy that tears you away from everything you fought to protect. But for Auren, Death is a friend. The only one who refused to abandon him when the world did. And worse still? In his case, death only makes him stronger. Auren was a prodigy—the pride of the Western State of Lysendral. Graduating combat school at twelve, his mental fortitude unmatched, he was hailed as the star of a generation. All eyes turned to him, awaiting the moment he would receive a Divine Blessing from the Archons and begin his destined rise as the strongest Blessed in history. But when the day came, Auren awakened not a Blessing—but a Curse. "Such a thing has never been heard of!" "An abomination! Kill him! Sacrifice him to the Archons!" In a single breath, the world that once adored him cast him aside. Labeled a national criminal, he was imprisoned and executed by guillotine at the age of sixteen—offered as a sacrifice to stave off doom. And the people cheered as the blade fell. But death was not the end for Auren. [You have died by execution.] [Conditions Have Been Met] [You have entered the Curse Realm] [You have found a Fester] [You shall begin your first trial] Torn from death’s grip, Auren rises—stronger, darker, and filled with vengeance. No longer content to merely destroy the nation that betrayed him, he sets his sights on the Archons themselves. Yet, in a world built on hidden truths and ancient lies, Auren must ask: “Is he truly cursed... or was he chosen?”
Table of contents
Latest Updates

Forged in Chaos: A Transmigrator’s Tale in the DC Universe

Waking up in an alleyway in Gotham City was not how Ethan Reyes expected his day to start. The last thing he remembered was crashing on his couch after a long gaming session, only to find himself in a world he recognized all too well—one filled with gods, monsters, and vigilantes dressed as bats. It took him a moment to realize the city wasn’t just a detailed dream. The distant sirens, the oppressive skyline, and the neon flicker of a nearby ACE Chemicals sign confirmed it. This was Gotham. And that was bad. Then came the pain. It burned through his veins like molten fire before settling into his fingertips. A strange, instinctual urge filled his mind. His gaze landed on the dumpster beside him. Scattered around were a broken switchblade and a rusty pipe. Before he could think, his hands moved on their own, touching both objects. A pulse of energy surged through him, and suddenly, the two items fused—the broken switchblade now embedded itself within the pipe like a makeshift spear. "Holy—What the hell was that?" Experimenting further, he picked up a discarded smartphone and a pair of cheap sunglasses. Another pulse of power, and—bam—a pair of futuristic-looking AR glasses now rested in his hands, displaying HUD information in his vision. That was when it clicked. He had a power—an ability that allowed him to fuse objects together. The results? Unpredictable. Some combinations worked beautifully, while others... not so much. And in a world where Batman, Superman, and the Joker roamed, a power like this was both a blessing and a curse. Survival in Gotham Ethan quickly learned that Gotham was not kind to the weak. Without money or connections, he had to rely on his ability to survive. His first breakthrough came when he fused a lockpick set with a stolen smartwatch—creating a device that could crack digital locks. He used it to raid an abandoned weapons stash, arming himself with gear of his own making. He also experimented with weapons. A standard pistol fused with a flashlight? Now it fired tracer rounds that illuminated targets. A crowbar fused with an electric baton? A shock club capable of stunning enemies. But Gotham was filled with predators. And soon, they noticed him. The Underworld Calls Word spread fast about a "mystic craftsman" who could create bizarre but powerful items. The underworld took interest. First came the low-level thugs, hoping to use him for their own gain. Then came the bigger players. The Penguin wanted to recruit him. Black Mask wanted to own him. And the Joker? He just wanted to see what happened if Ethan fused a grenade with a rubber chicken. It was Batman who intervened first. The Dark Knight, ever the strategist, saw the potential of Ethan’s abilities. But he also saw the danger. In the right hands, Ethan could change the landscape of warfare. In the wrong hands? He could unleash nightmares. The question was—whose hands would he end up in? Survive or Be Consumed As the months passed, Ethan found himself walking a razor’s edge. If he wanted to thrive, he had to be smart. He had to stay ahead of both heroes and villains, mastering his power before someone forced him into a corner. Because in Gotham, there were only two kinds of people: Those who adapted. And those who became stories whispered in the dark.
helios300 · 37.3k Views