"Darkness users are only good for sneaking around as assassins? Only good for lurking in the corners as scouts?"

"Add points, evolve to invincibility, and reforge the glory of the Darkness Department!"

Alex Whitefield transmigrates to a high-martial world where everyone awakens superpowers. 

He starts with an S-Rank Darkness Ability, only to be told it's weak compared to Ice, Li
ghtning, and Fire abilities of the same rank?
Alex just grins and binds the [Slaughter System].

Kill beasts. Get Slaughter Points. Upgrade everything.

With one command: "Arise, Shadow Legion!"

Ten thousand shadows submit!
"I am the Shadow!"

Facing the Three-Year Pact made with the cold and aloof School Beauty, Elara Vance, he directly summons his Companion S-Rank Spirit Weapon—the [Death Scythe]—and becomes a god in a single battle!

Consume 100,000 Slaughter Points:

 Evolve S-Rank [Shadow Monarch] to SS-Rank [Evernight Monarch]. With a single thought, eternal night descends!

[Consume 1,000,000 Slaughter Points: Evolve SS-Rank Ability to SSS-Rank [God of Shadows]!

With one command: "River of Darkness!" Time itself freezes for me!

The Space-Time Demon Scythe severs the void! Where there is a shadow, there is Alex!
Not only that, but his Companion Spirit Weapon can also be upgraded with points, evolving all the way from an S-Rank weapon to an SSS-Rank World-Ender!

From then on, only the legend of Alex, the man sitting upon the Throne of Shadows, remained in this world.

[Reactions]

The Cold School Beauty, Elara Vance: "I regret it. If I had known earlier, I should have claimed Alex when he was three years old..."

A Peerless Prodigy: "If you don't cultivate, seeing Alex is like a frog at the bottom of a well looking up at the moon. But if you do cultivate... seeing Alex is like a tiny ant gazing up at the vast blue sky!"

​The Sawai Mansingh Stadium (SMS) in Jaipur did not possess the colosseum-like grandeur of the Wankhede or the intimidating cauldron atmosphere of Eden Gardens. In March 2008, it felt almost rustic. The stands were sun-bleached, the facilities were functional rather than opulent, and the outfield was a patchwork of brown and green, baked hard by the relentless Rajasthani sun.


​But as Aryan Sharma walked through the tunnel and onto the ground, the air felt electric. It wasn't the electricity of a crowd—the stadium was empty save for the team, support staff, and a few ground authorities—it was the electricity of something new.


​The Indian Premier League. The great experiment.


Chapter 61 - The First Net Session