Primordial Lust System-Chapter 111: Author’s Note (New Fic)

Hey everyone, quick update.

I'll be putting this novel on pause for now. Thank you sincerely to everyone who supported it from the start. It's been a great experience, and I appreciate every reader who stuck around.

That said, I've been working on a new series and have officially launched it on Royal Road. If you enjoyed my writing here, I think you'll enjoy this one even more.

Primordial Devourer

A progression fantasy with ruthless growth, devouring mechanics, and a protagonist who rises by consuming beasts and enemies. I've already released 15 chapters, and I'll be uploading daily.

The synopsis, and chapter one are below. Hope to see you there.

— Lord Chaos

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Auron never wanted greatness. Just a quiet life, a loyal beast of his own, and the strength to protect the one person who mattered.

But the Raventor Clan, renowned for shaping the realm's brightest tamers, had no patience for someone like him. When his Awakening falters, their long-buried resentment erupts, and his world collapses in a single night.

Left broken, Auron awakens a truth buried deep within his soul—of a forgotten era, foreign memories, and a bloodline the world tried to erase.

He inherits the final spark of the Devourers, an ancient lineage whose strength grows by consuming beasts… and those who stand against them.

But power like that was hunted to extinction for a reason. The same force that once erased them has already begun to stir.

To survive, he must grow faster than anyone before him. Devour. Evolve. Learn from the spirits of the fallen. And rise high enough to reclaim everything he lost.

If he falls, the Devourers die with him.

If he rises… the Raventors will wish they'd never cast him aside.

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"Well, well, well, look who it is... if it isn't the little Raventor bastard!"

Carl looked especially smug this morning. Flanked by his lackeys, he strode inside the training room, giving the other young men there a dismissive sneer before turning his attention back to Auron.

Auron sighed softly, shaking his head. "If you're going to bully me... at least do it right," he murmured. "We're all Raventors, no? Unless of course, you mean you're the little Raventor bastard, in that case..."

"Enough," Carl snarled, his fingers clenching into fists, his eyes fixed on Auron.

"You think you're smart?" he growled, stepping closer with each word.

"Well," Auron smiled, unable to help himself, "Smarter than you."

"Good, good, good," Carl muttered, a grimace twisting his lips "Then tell that to my fists!" he barked, charging forward and yelling to the youths behind him, "Kick his ass!"

"Shit!" Auron cursed, eyes narrowing . He knew his limits better than anyone. His scrawny frame dwarfed by those who'd grown up drinking tonics. The strength gap was considerable.

His chances of winning were slim, and so were those of escaping. That thought was cut short by a sharp pain flaring across his back, a thudding sound following soon after as a punch sent him sprawling.

"Argh, fuck!" Auron cursed, waves of pain spreading through his body.

"What? Don't feel talkative anymore?" Carl snarled, a cruel grin cracking his lips.

"Yes, you're nothing compared to the young master!" a youth behind him muttered.

"Trash of the Raventor bloodline!" another added.

"I bet if you kneel before the young master and beg forgiveness for your existence, he might consider sparing you."

"Yes, kneel before me and beg for my forgiveness," Carl said, the thought alone sending a wave of excitement through him. But knowing the youth before him, he doubted that would ever happen.

His fists curled again, ready to continue the onslaught, when Auron's voice echoed. "Wait, I'll say it!" Auron groaned, spitting a mouthful of blood.

"Huh? You will?" Carl blinked, his fists freezing mid-motion, a furrow forming across his face.

Since childhood, he could remember bullying Auron for as long as he'd known him. A part of him even believed that his life's purpose was to make the youth before him miserable.

And he had. Any other sane person would've given up long ago—knelt, begged him to stop, or even offered to become his lackey just to make it end. But not Auron. He remained unmoved, his will unshakeable.

There was a pride burning deep inside him. Carl could see it in his eyes, and it intrigued him. Whatever he did, he couldn't snuff it out. Not yet anyway.

But now, seeing the figure lying before him, his blood boiled in exhilaration. A dark yearning burned deep in his gaze as his eyes locked with the youth's obsidian ones.

"Very well. Say it, then," Carl groaned, leaning closer.

"Y-you're..." Auron began, inhaling sharply. The look of defeat in his eyes twisted into a devilish smirk. "You're all a bunch of retarded fucks!" he rasped, his voice echoing through the hall before breaking into untamed laughter. "Hahahaha! Happy now?"

The other trainees paused, shifting their gazes toward him. Some looked at him with respect for his courage, others with pity, and the rest with undisguised contempt.

"Huh?" Carl breathed, the words dawning on him, his face reddening with embarrassment. "You fucking brat! I'll kill you for that!" he shrieked, the muscles in his arms humming with power before he unleashed a barrage of punches. His lackeys joined in, sneaking a few kicks of their own.

Auron lay curled on the floor, doing his best to shield himself from the blows. A carefree smile hung across his lips. They would've beaten him up either way, he mused, past memories flooding his mind—but at least this way, he made it count. He chuckled faintly at his crooked logic as the youths finally relented.

"I dare you to say that again," Carl snarled, stepping back and glaring at the still figure. Any further and he might actually kill him. "You son of a whore," he spat before turning his back.

"Huh?" Auron breathed, his eyes snapping open. The smile faded, replaced by a chilling look as he ground his teeth together, suppressing the pain and forcing himself up. "What did you just say? I dare you to say it again!"

"Huh?" Carl snickered, turning back to face him. Despite the beating he'd taken, Auron was still standing. "What are you gonna do about it?" he sneered. "I called you a...."

Before he could finish, Auron snapped. His fingers curled into fists as he roared, channeling all the pain and rage boiling inside him. He charged forward, his form blurring for an instant as his fist slammed into Carl's face.

A sharp crack echoed, followed by a shriek of pain. As Carl staggered back, a wave of agony tore through him. His hands flew to his face, eyes widening in horror as he felt blood spill between his fingers and the odd shape beneath. "Y-you... broke my nose!" he screamed, tears streaking down his face.

"Kill him!" he howled, stepping back and signaling his lackeys.

Auron remained unfazed, his gaze dropping to his blood-coated fist. His obsidian eyes burned with resentment as memories flooded his mind.

Since he was little, he had always been cast aside, treated differently...all because of his birth. Born into the prestigious Raventor bloodline, famed for its supreme beast tamers, he should've been treated as a young master. But instead, he was treated like a lowly servant.

While the rest of the Raventors were born of noble lineage, he was born of a concubine, a mere mortal. They never let him forget it. And though he had learned to endure it, he would be damned if he let anyone drag his mother's name through the dirt.

He groaned, biting his lip as he charged at the lackeys, throwing himself into a desperate brawl. But he was soon overpowered.

His body was too fragile. Even after all the relentless training he'd endured, he was still weak, and it showed.

Bruises piled up fast. His body screamed in pain as his vision darkened.

Before the doors to the training hall slammed open.

The whole room froze. All eyes turned to the figure standing in the doorway.

"Holy shit! It's her...run!" one of the lackeys yelled, his face draining of color. He bolted for the other exit, the rest scrambling after him.

"Hmm. Not so fast," the girl murmured.

She had sparkling purple hair that trailed down her back, framing a beautiful face. Her dark eyes shone with a mischievous glint.

As her words left her lips, her figure blurred, a sonic boom rippling through the air before she reappeared in front of the fleeing youths.

"Miss Amber....it's not what it looks like..." one of them began, sweat dripping down his face.

Before he could finish, she flicked her wrist and punched him square in the face, sending him flying.

The others followed soon after, crumpling under her blows.

Her gaze then locked on Carl as he stammered, "You can't..."

She didn't let him finish. One solid hit to the chest sent him crashing into the wall.

She exhaled softly, then turned toward the sprawled figure on the floor.

"You're back," Auron smiled weakly, catching a glimpse of her before his vision blurred and he passed out.

"Hmph." Amber harrumphed, glaring at him. "You never listen, do you?" she muttered, exhaling softly as she picked him up and dragged him out of the hall.

The remaining trainees stared blankly at the aftermath, struggling to process what had just happened.