Heyo you all.

So what I wanted to explain in this ‘chapter’ is he following:

1. A few more specific info about the evolution system

2. Why I didn’t do much world building yet

The Evolution system I have in mind isn’t quite linear. Depending on the beings doings various things can happen as we already know. A Goblin has several standard evolutions, but lots of other evolutions that can only be brought out with a high gods involvement or special rituals (such individuals will be included in the story later on)

Also there are dozens of ‘Starters’. Goblins, Lizardlings, Orcs, etc.. They all have a basically unlimited variation of evolutions, but each race has a specific ancestor. For example a Lizardling will never evolve into an Ogre, like the normal Goblins do. But an Orc, being somewhat like Goblins, can under rare circumstances evolve into variant Ogres.

There is no limit in how many times a being can evolve. What would be considered the last step would be becoming a god, or godlike creature. But even then most can still evolve (just that these evolutions are mostly just looks changing).

Okay now to the ‘variants’ and so on.

There are several additions a monster can get while evolving. Mostly they are given due to a gods blessing, sometimes because of something else.

The normal ones are:

‘Variant’ – a being with one blessing, stronger than a normal one of its species, often shows high magic affinities.

‘Great’ – Stronger than a normal one

‘Blessed’ – Shows strong magic affinities, can only occur when a lesser god blessed the being

‘cursed’ – When a god hates the individual, but wants to keep it alive, or isn’t able to kill it(cursed isn’t always a downgrade for the monster but can give it special advantages)

Most of them can be mixed, so that for example a ‘Blesses Variant Ogre’ appears.

Then there are extra additions they can have. These occur when very specific special decisions were made or actions were done.

‘Rare’ – One or several Gods are interested in blessing the being, but are not sure whether or not it could be a danger to them one day. Gives extra magic power. Can also mean that the being is supported by one or more very powerful non god individuals.

‘Ripped’ – The being was forced to evolve via magic. Puts big strains on the beings body, often killing it. Sometimes the wearer mutates into a very strong abomination

‘Artificial’ – The being was made by magic.

Then there are special additions. They are only given when a being achieves something special. They all give general stat ups and are the strongest additions.

‘Unique’ – the first and only one of its race

‘Ancient’ – only a few of this race live, and they are thousands of years old

‘Extinct’ – like unique, just that there was once another one of that race

‘Godly’ – Being which achieved the power of a god

‘Demonly’ – Being which achieved the power of a godlike demon

Ok to the world building thing.

I didn’t do much yet because I want to remain most of the things from our mc’s POV (excluding some rare other pov’s), so as he didn’t have much chances to learn anything about the outer world yet, we haven’t either.

But do not worry you great human beings. It will all happen.

Now as I promised a bit of backstory to our mc (and yes it is quite fucked up)

but remember: Our mc doesn’t remember much, sometimes he dreams of it or has short visions (these will occur some more in the future), so most of the information is unknown to him. Also some of the visions might not be 100% accurate.

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# POV: Mark – before death#

I was born in a small town which was located in the north of the USA.

I was what you would call an ‘accident’, my parents didn’t want to have me, they gave me to an orphanage.

At the age of 2 I was adopted by a family, a nice woman, her husband and their 3 year old son.

Later I would call him my brother, and although I always knew that we had no real blood bonds he would always be my family.

My new father died when I was 5, leaving my brother’s mother alone with the two of us.

She did everything she could to provide my brother and me an acceptable life.

I’m pretty sure she even prostituted herself at one stage.

We both took part time jobs at the age of 12. It was little but good money, helping the three of us out.

My brother’s mother, whom I never recognized as my own mother, married again.

Her first husband was a nice and caring man, her new one was rich, but nothing alike the man she once loved.

He hit her when he felt like it, regularly brought home other woman and did drugs and got drunk while we were around.

This man shaped me, he is the reason why I grew up to who I was. I thank him for that.

He defined me, he showed me who I was. I paid him back in full.

At the age of 16 I stabbed him. It was the first time I ever hurt something bigger than a spider.

It felt good. With his blood still on my hands I buried the corpse in a garden a few streets further.

I destroyed any traces and anonymously called the police. Our neighbor was prosecuted because of murder.

It felt good. It felt relieving. I wanted to do it again, the urge started to spread inside me.

And I tell you, it wasn’t the last time.

In his will he gave me all his money, saying that I was the son that he wanted to shape like himself, he wanted to make me his successor.

He sure succeeded in that *creepy laugh*.

With the money I bought a house in Vegas, leaving my mother and brother alone.

At the age of 19 I wasted all the money in drugs, prostitutes and gambling, I came back to my family.

They changed.

My brother’s mother got addicted to cocaine, my brother was broken, he tried helping her but she got aggressive and attacked him every time he tried, so he ran too.

Using what I learned in the past years I pocket picked and stole myself to enough money to get my brother a little flat, I paid a store owner to give him a job.

That was the time when I met an old friend of mine. In my childhood I had a crush on his sister, who was also back in town.

The four of us, me, my brother, my friend and his sister, went one night to a pub in the neighborhood.

We all got drunk, I spent the night with my friend’s sister and the next morning we continued drinking.

We were all wasted, me the least. I decided to be in condition to drive.

That decision cost my brother’s life. We… I crashed, made it out alive. My brother wasn’t that lucky, I saw him burning alive. That was probably the first time I really felt regret for what I did, and up until now the last time.

His mother cried about his death, cursing me, saying she shouldn’t have allowed her first husband to adopt me. Saying she should have suffocated me in my slept like she planned to.

I never felt much for her, but at these words I felt despair, fear.

I ran. Took my friend’s sister, Tris, with me.

We went to Vegas again, just that I was broke this time.

We did everything to get money, I stole and killed, she prostituted herself.

A year after our arrival in our new home she died because of a drug overdose.

I went into nonstop drinking, drugging and whoring.

A few months later Tris’s brother found me.

He kidnapped me and tortured me. But he didn’t kill me.

When the police stopped him from killing me, I told them everything I did. After some investigation I was put into jail.

There I survived 21 days. In these days I did whatever I felt like. Killed prisoners, sometimes guards, destroyed the few things the others had, all for one goal. To feel alive.

They then killed me. Ganged up on me, knocked me almost unconscious and kicked my body all over till I was dead.

That’s my story, or at least my story from when I was human.

I regret nothing, except for my brother’s death.