I Died With a Sword. I Woke With a System.
A Xianxia LitRPG Progression Fantasy
The realm of Yonmak is brutal, unforgiving, and rigged in favor of the strong. But sometimes, the deadliest advantage of all is being impossible to kill for good.
Kael wakes in his own shallow grave with no memory, no name he trusts, and a single face burned behind his eyes. He has one thing the cultivators who buried him never accounted for: a System that makes him stronger every single time he dies. Every death multiplies his power. Every death hands back a fragment of a life that ended at a burning gate.
Conscripted into the Ashlands - a poisoned wasteland the empire feeds its debtors into and rarely feeds back - Kael does the one thing no sane cultivator would. He walks in to die. Again, and again, and again. Where others measure their worth in talent and bloodline, he measures his in a cold, climbing number the world can't see.
But an empty man who returns from the dead is exactly the kind of anomaly the great sects have spent sixty years hunting. Kael can keep his head down and bank his deaths for only so long before a Grand Elder who has killed his kind twice already comes to finish the pattern a third time. To survive, he'll have to learn what he was, what was done to him - and what the grave was always going to charge for the strength it keeps handing him.
The Ash kills everything. He intends to use it.
Perfect for fans of Cradle, Unintended Cultivator, and Beware of Chicken - a death-fueled progression fantasy with a noir edge, where every corpse is a step up, and the only way forward is straight through the dark.
