[You have been chosen by Aloka, The Creator, to stand against the coming catastrophe.]
[The war has begun. You must rise beyond mortality.]
[For this reason, you have been granted the most powerful system—]
[WAR-BORN ASCENSION SYSTEM.]

In a world where monstrous beasts reign supreme—immune to magic, unfazed by modern weapons—humanity stands on the brink of extinction. Their last hope lies in Adrenaline Energy, a hidden potential that grants warriors superhuman abilities. But even this power is failing against the horrors emerging from the void.

Aamir Singh is no chosen hero. He is a warrior forged in battle, relying only on skill, grit, and the will to survive. In a world where monstrous beasts reign supreme—immune to magic, unfazed by modern weapons—humanity teeters on the brink of extinction. Their last hope lies in Adrenaline Energy, a hidden potential that grants warriors superhuman abilities. But even this power is failing against the horrors emerging from the void.

Aamir fights—undaunted, unbroken. But destiny had already marked him long before he ever realized it.

For months, a mysterious armor has been in his possession—an enigma left untouched. But on the eve of a mission that could change everything, he finally dons its mask… and the Warborn Ascension System awakens.

Power beyond human comprehension. Secrets buried in time. A path he never asked for.

Alongside Riya, a prodigious magic wielder, and a band of warriors bound by fate, Aamir must rise beyond mortality itself.

The world does not need a hero. It needs a Beastgod.

But as the system reveals the truth behind his existence, one question remains: Will Aamir’s newfound power be the key to salvation—or the catalyst for the world’s doom?

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The battlefield thundered with roars of war. Aamir stood tall beside his friends and Master Haider Ali, bloodied but unbowed. Behind them, Aryavrata's remaining forces formed up. Healer Mages knelt in rows behind the lines, weaving healing spells over the wounded. The stench of smoke, blood, and mana saturated the air.


Veerendra and Ivanka's clash had escalated beyond human comprehension. With a shout, Veerendra swung his sword in a wide arc—


A mountain behind Ivanka split clean in half from the sheer force of the slash.


Ivanka's expression twisted in fury. She raised her hand and fired a concentrated energy beam, tearing through the terrain, disintegrating trees, rocks, and everything in its path as it screamed toward Veerendra.


Veerendra deflected it with his bare hand.


Chapter 115 - Death Spare