Peerless Battle Spirit - Chapter 1 - Awakening of the Martial Spirit

The celestial celestial beings who lived for more than 100,000 years were born and reborn in a small monk in a human world.
His motto: “It’s not as good as a medicinal medicine for ten years of hard work.” “Even if you practice a copper-iron bone, it’s not enough for my soldier’s attack.”

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[The System has arrived on your habitable planet, known as ‘Earth.’][In five seconds, monsters from countless realms will invade Earth.][Remaining Time: 5 seconds.][You can now view your attributes, talents, abilities, and skills by simply thinking about them.][Kill monsters, and you might survive.]“Monsters?”Damian’s breathing quickened as the pain in his chest grew sharper.On the day of the Awakening, humanity was forced to defend against an invasion of countless monsters from the towers that connected realms across the multiverse.While billions of people died helplessly, billions more seized the opportunities hidden behind the horrors spilling out of the gates.Leveling up, growing stronger, awakening talents, learning supernatural skills, changing one's very race, and even achieving immortality all became possibilities.But for Damian, who was suffering from a sickness that would kill him within a few years, the Awakening was a curse.While other humans awakened powerful talents, hunted monsters, and evolved, Damian remained talentless, a liability and a burden the awakened had to carry.Damian never wanted to be seen as weak or useless, but what could he do?He was dying.If only he had awakened a talent or at least possessed a stronger body, he might have been able to level up and cure his sickness. But he couldn’t.All that would change when a mysterious figure set him on a path that would lead him to his true destiny.Witness the rise of a warrior who would make countless men tremble in fear.Witness the rise of a monster who would force every race, every being, and every existence to kneel.Witness the rise of the Champion.Tags: [System], [Towers], [level up], [Classes], [Monsters], [Vampires], [Werewolves], [Yokai], [Dragons], [Demons], [Angels], [Gods]. [Rare Bloodlines], [unique Abilities], [Regression], [Survival], [Mystery], [Time Travel], [reincarnation], [Overpowered], [Martial Arts], [Magic], [Cultivation], [Murim], [Hell & Heaven], [Progenitors].

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.

The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]