Immortal Dread Tyrant

Synopsis by Anejamehul He was a child — small, young, innocent by nature. He was supposed to make friends, play, laugh, eat, and dream. But there were no friends. No laughter. The place he called home — The Unknown — had no children. It was a land of monsters and madness, of dragons, hydras, and beasts that defied reason. Only outlaws, hunters, and the insane dared live here, where death hid behind every tree. So who was he supposed to talk to? The beasts? The stones? The shadows? He tried them all — only one answered. The shadows spoke back, the dead spoke back. They whispered their tales, their regrets, their heroism. How was he to know you weren’t supposed to talk to the dead? He was nine when the silence began whispering. His father, a retired adventurer, forbade him from learning magic, never telling him why. So he taught himself — guided by curiosity and the voices in the dark. He loved death. He found beauty in decay. Blood smelled sweet to him, not foul. Rot felt warm, comforting — like home. One day, he met a dying man. The man begged for help. The boy watched. This was his first close look at death — slow, trembling, exquisite. When the man’s agony became unbearable, the boy smiled. He thought, Death is beautiful. Death is mercy. And he killed him. That was the moment something inside him woke. Rise of The Immortal Dread Tyrant. Watch my novel to find out.