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The rise of a legendary warlock

Zaidux
From a childhood marked by suffering, through the struggles of growing up, and finally achieving success in life, he had endured it all. One day, he decided it was time to rest—time to settle down, marry, have children, and train them to carry on his legacy. But fate had other plans. Reality was cruel. On his way to his wedding, his life was abruptly cut short. A sniper's bullet pierced his heart, killing him instantly in his car. Yet, in a twist of cosmic irony, his soul was extracted before it could pass on. In a half-conscious, half-unconscious state, his soul traveled millions of light years across the universe. He witnessed stars and galaxies, memories that weren’t his own, and a recurring nightmare that would haunt him for eternity. When he awoke, it felt as though he had emerged from an eternal slumber. To his shock, he was no longer in his old world. Instead, he found himself in the body of his ten-year-old self, having transmigrated to a completely different world—a world of darkness and despair. This new world was a place where sadness and bloodshed reigned supreme. The strong oppressed the weak, crushing them like insects. Here, money held no value without power. It was a brutal, unforgiving realm where survival was the only law. Zilon, as he now called himself, would have to cling to anything—anything at all—just to stay alive. But survival was only the beginning. Zilon, who had started from the very bottom, would have to claw his way to the top. He would face life and death, sweetness and sorrow, and ultimately, he would confront the true disaster of the universe: the Demon God. Yet, the demons were not his only concern. Otherworldly creatures known as Chaos Creatures emerged periodically through a rift called the Chaos Gate. These beings possessed the power to annihilate entire universes if left unchecked. Despite these overwhelming odds, Zilon’s ambition burned brighter than ever. He vowed to become the strongest being in the entire multiverse. He wanted his name to strike terror into the hearts and minds of all who heard it. Not dragons, vampires, werewolves, elves, beastkins, demons, giants, or titans—nothing would be worthy of being called his enemy. But would these be his only adversaries? Or would greater challenges lie ahead? ...... **NOTE 1:** If you’re wondering whether this book is a mistake, rest assured—it’s not. If you want to dive straight into the main story, start reading from Chapter 17 or 18 (subtitled *Zilon*). However, I highly recommend reading Chapters 1 to 16 first, as they provide crucial backstory and context. To clarify, Chapter 19 (which is Chapter 17 in the main storyline) is where the main narrative truly begins! **NOTE 2:** No matter what, do not—under any circumstances—compare the contents of this book to the real world. This is a work of pure fantasy. While some elements may coincidentally align with reality, they are entirely fictional and not intended to reflect real-world events or ideologies.
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