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Birth Of The Primordial Warlock : I Created An Apocalypse

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[ 2025 WSA Entry ] Welcome to Dimension 619, a world of monsters, mechs, technology and mystic arts, a world of war and despair, a world were magic and non magic are intertwined in the brutal dance of death where one must rise and one must rule, but it doesn't always have to be one of both sides that emerges as a victor. After being transmigrated to this world as a newborn with an unknown race and no identity except his name Lucian Azen Zane, our protagonist embarks a quixotic adventure to create an ideal world for his friends and acquaintances. Despite been rejected by both sides for his unique ability to destroy magic and his infinite magic based system. His world comes crashing down one day when the human he cherished the most, his first love is brutally murdered right before his eyes pushing him down the road of guilt, vengeance and eternal darkness. Will he pull through under the facade of building a better world or will he venture down the path of false freedom hereby creating a disastrous hell for those he claims to care about. [ Genre Bending : Sci-fi, Fantasy, War and Military ] [ Tags : Adventure, Action, High IQ, System, Magic, Dark, Overpowered, Antihero, Military, Advanced Technology, Undead, Apocalypse, Mecha, Doomsday, Mystery ] [ My Discord Link : https://discord.gg/D59N32pU ]
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 : Death

' No, No, Noooooo ‚ this words ran through the minds of a young man as he absconded for his life, wails of sirens and echos of gunshots reverberating through the area.

Clutched to his chest by his arms was a suitcase which he fought to protect with his very life, multiple explosions erupted behind him sending him flying to the ground, the suitcase falling out of his trembling hands.

But not minding that he nearly got impaled by multiple sharp volitant debris he scurried to the suitcase picked it up and dashed away, currently he was on the paved pedestrian walkway.

Going on his right was a four lane highway, besides the road were industrial buildings obviously left deserted with broken windows and burgled businesses.

All those elements held no meaning what so ever to the six foot, brown haired man, the only thought running through his mind was avoiding his impending death.

" BRIAN GREYWORTH, Freeze with your hands in the air, you are under arrest for your core involvement with the mafia " a hoarse voice shouted behind the man.

The man who was more like a boy in his mid twenties was now identified a Brian Greyworth, he had a career of being a hitman, sorcerer and a mafia gangster.

In his years he spent his time trying to surpass human limitations and training his body in intense combat techniques to the extent he went on few hit missions with only his bear fists which he surprisingly accomplished effortlessly.

But today he was reduced merely to a cornered rat, his strength couldn't save him, nether his gang nor his magic, he turned his head to the agent that slowly approached him.

" Leave me alone Jacob, this is not your battle " he said trembling as he searched for a potential escape route and found it, " Not my battle " Agent Jacob scoffed watching the desperate guy run into an alley.

" How did you feel when you shoot my only family dead " the agent said foreshadowing another epic explosion, with his hands nestled deep into his tuxedo pockets the agent entered the alley.

The young man sat on the ground caressing his sore foot which he bruised while trying to escape, his prized suitcase laying few meters away from him, signaling a fall.

They weren't in the alley currently but in an opened parking lot with automobiles parked in a disarrayed manner, yet again this place was very quiet and calm due to it's lack of people.

Brian crawled on his four's to his suitcase and then to a vehicle, form the looks of his actions the agent knew he wasn't trying to make a away, instead he leaned on the automobile trying to open the suitcase while mumbling some inaudible words.

* BANG *

A small nut sized projectile struck him on the right shoulder paralysing his entire arm, blood streamed endless down the injury but Brian had lost it.

Despite the pain he continued his futile efforts for survival, " Shanizaviank… Lovazincomanni… Espantrimasise " he continued mumbling notwithstanding everything that happened and will happen.

" I have waited all my life for this…, After I dropped out of university because of meaningless your assassination, after you murdered my uncle caring not about the people that lived of him. " the agent said waiting for the pain to sinking Brian's body.

* Click, Click, Click *

" I had to enroll into the academy of detectives and wagged through that hell just for this ONE MOMENT, a…and I finally have it, HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA " the agent shouted in the mist of tears like a deranged psychopath.

*Click, Click, Click *

These sounds were the only thing Brian could hear as every other sounds the reached his hearing was immediately nulled to mere noise.

* BANG *

Another shot pierced through his other shoulder and the suitcase was dropped spilling it's sacred content which was so

surreal and otherworldly.

' What the fuck is boss doing with this shit ' a thought struck his mind as he stared at the cosmic singular organism the shape of a human heart and the worst part, was that it was still pumping.

It could be described as the most horrific thing a normal human could see and withstand, deep green in colour with a oozing disgusting black liquid and with the stench of a corpse.

" I know you mafia gangsters are sick in the head but this this another level of inhumanity " Jacob sneered about to put another bullet in Brian's abdomen.

Unfortunately a strong force knocked him out and a bullet sealed his fate, " Revenge is not a good thing " a calm voice said and Brian's face lit up gazing at his savior.

" I don't think you could fight for eighteen hours with no sleep…, Are you even human?, Well at least that is an explanation for your pathetic state, you did well keeping the package safe but it's a pity the mafia no longer has use for it's greatest asset as it's about to be replaced ".

Hearing this Brian and the new comer lunged towards the surreal heart organism with Brian reaching it first and biting into it violently.

It felt like he was biting into a soft plastified foam but he proceeded to gulp it down and it was at that moment he realized that was the greatest mistake of his current predicament.

He could feel slimy mucus flow down his throat and into his stomach easing the flow of the heart organism and it didn't end there.

All happening in a moment, his heart thumped loudly as foreign tendrils pierced through its form disrupting the flow of blood and intensifying the pain, * Pow *, A strong kick sent Brian straight.

" Stupid dog, what will I tell my brother " the man said kicking Brian again and again in the abdomen little did he know that his attacks were of little harm to what he was feeling now.

Brian's throat bulged and his eyes bloodshotting popped up filled with red veins and his pupils dilated, * ARGHHH *, he screamed unable to contain the pain anymore.

Normally he would have been screaming since the beginning but due to the heart in his mouth it gaged up his screams and now he was free, but was he?.

His savior turned tormentor now sensed something dangerous as Brian began coughing thick black blood which evolved to convulsing and uncontrollable seizures.

" We were actually going to experiment with that but as it seems, you are already our lab rat, to bad you died a stupid disgusting death " he said firing several bullets into Brian's head and heart.

One of the bullet when in contact with the strange heart which was currently consuming the main heart ricocheted back to the man killing him instantly as it struck on one of his vitals and so all witness were dead except for Brian who was still at death's door.

" Mother, please forgive my path " he said, his body slowly going limp and green, his convulsing body relaxed and he lay on the rough cemented floor eyes open and dead