Shadow Being System

(Note this story is not Shadow Being System, it's my other book, Demon Being System, i'll post the first ten chapters under this book so you can check it out if you like it.)

(A/N: This is not a chapter, it's just for you to grasp the world concept without any spoilers)

(Note: Lords=Gods)

Grave Gardens

Grave Gardens are sacred, mystical sites where the blood of dead Lords soaked into the earth, causing the growth of unique and powerful flowers. These flowers are the foundation of the world's magical system. These gardens are controlled by powerful families called gardeners. These sites are often sites of intense political and supernatural conflict.

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Lord's Bloom

The Lord's Bloom is a mystical flower that grows from the blood of the fallen Lords of the previous war with the demons. These flowers are the source of power for the humans who inherit them. Those with a Lord's Bloom are granted supernatural abilities, which vary depending on the strength and type of flower. Most people's abilities are linked to the elements, enhancements, or even unique skill sets that give them an edge in battle or daily life.

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Beast Crystals

Beast Crystals are the physical remains of creatures slain in battle. These creatures, supernatural beasts of unknown origin from other planets that comes to Earth during portal breaks just for one reason— to cause wreckage.

Beast Crystals hold immense magical energy and are consumed by those seeking to increase their power, allowing them to ascend to higher tiers. The crystals come in varying sizes and qualities, with the larger and more powerful crystals granting higher levels of power. However, the more one consumes, the greater the risk of corruption and power instability.

Additionally, Beast Crystals have numerous practical uses in the world. They can be processed and crafted into armors and weapons, imbuing them with magical properties that increase their strength and durability. Potions can also be made by extracting the essence of these crystals, granting temporary boosts to a person's abilities, healing powers, or even enhancing their magical affinity. Because of their wide range of uses, Beast Crystals are highly coveted and are central to the world's economy and military strength.

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Tier System

The Tier System measures the strength of an individual's abilities. There are eight tiers in total, with each level representing a significant increase in magical strength and control over one's powers. The journey from one tier to the next is both difficult and dangerous, as it often involves consuming more Beast Crystals and facing the challenges associated with the powers gained.

Beasts also has eight tiers, but the strength level is not the same as humans.

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The Lords and Demonsn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The Lords were once incredibly powerful beings who ruled over the world with vast magical abilities. Their role was to maintain balance, but they ultimately waged war against the Demons, who were their enemies. Both sides perished in the war, but the Lords blood seeped into the world, becoming the source of the magic that defines the world today. The remnants of the Lords' power still linger in the form of the flowers and their influence over the world's inhabitants.

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Ascension

Ascension refers to the process of progressing through the Tier System by consuming Beast Crystals and mastering one's magical abilities. Those who reach higher tiers are often seen as powerful figures, capable of reshaping the world. However, Ascension is fraught with danger, as the greater the power, the more the risk of losing one's mind.

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Factions and Families

The world is divided into various factions and families, each of which controls different aspects of the magical and political landscape. The three most powerful factions and the government control the largest Grave Gardens, where they harvest the most potent flowers. The other factions are under one of the top four factions.

The factions often vie for control, using both political means and supernatural abilities to maintain dominance. The factions also operate on a system of alliances and rivalries, with the top four families holding the greatest power over the Grave Gardens and the world's resources.

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The Rebellion

The Rebellion is a group of individuals who resist the control of the powerful families and the current societal structure. They believe in equality and freedom for those without supernatural abilities or those oppressed by the elite families. The Rebellion often operates from the shadows, gathering information, sabotaging key targets, and attempting to destabilize the oppressive regime that the top factions maintain.

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Supernatural Abilities

Supernatural abilities are the gifts granted by the Lord's Blooms. These abilities can range from elemental control, enhanced physical strength, speed, and intelligence, to more complex powers such as time manipulation, illusion creation, and telekinesis. The abilities differ based on the type of flower and the individual's affinity with the power, and as such, they are unique to each person. However, there is a constant struggle for balance, as the use of these powers comes with a toll on the user's physical and mental well-being.

PROLOGUE

The clinking of broken chains echoed faintly through the desolate air, the sound distant and eerie as the man rose to his feet. His movements were slow, deliberate—each one a testament to the weight of the destruction around him. A chain tattoo marked his forehead, the links etched into his skin as if binding him to some forgotten fate. Beneath the tattered remnants of a once-pristine cloak, a flower tattoo bloomed on his neck—its petals darkened and withered, much like the world he now stood in. His right eye was hidden beneath a worn patch, while the other gleamed with a hollow, almost unnatural light, piercing through the blood-soaked air like a shard of broken hope.

His body was battered, his hands drenched in crimson, his clothes torn and smeared with the evidence of the massacre around him.

Bodies. Hundreds. No—thousands.

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They lay scattered like discarded puppets, lifeless, limbs twisted unnaturally. The metallic stench of blood was overwhelming, mingling with the scent of decay. Rivers that once sparkled clear were now rivers of red, flowing sluggishly past the withered remains of once-beautiful, ethereal flowers—flowers that had been revered as the world's salvation, now blackened and lifeless.

He took a step forward, his boots splashing in the blood-soaked ground, each step precariously avoiding the corpses. There were so many. His gaze lingered on two among them, their faces pale in death.

A girl with silvery hair and a broken gourd at her side. Her eyes, once vibrant with emotion, were now glassy and empty. The gourd was split, its contents long spilled, mixing with her blood.

Not far from her, a boy lay surrounded by scattered metallic cards, their edges jagged and smeared with blood. His hands were outstretched as if reaching for salvation that never came. His lean frame was riddled with punctures, wounds too numerous to count.

The man paused, his breathing ragged. His lone eye flicked to the horizon, where the sun struggled to break through the smog-filled sky. The light barely reached him. He swallowed hard and forced himself to look down again, surveying the field of death around him.

A flicker of regret crossed his bloodied face. His knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground, his chains rattling faintly against the earth. He clenched his fists, his bloodied nails digging into his palms.

"I couldn't control it," he whispered hoarsely, his voice breaking under the weight of his words.

His gaze turned skyward, a silent plea escaping his lips. Then, his eye narrowed with resolve, and his bloodied hand clawed at the ground.

"We'll go back... I can still fix it."

The broken chains on his wrists seemed to tighten as if alive, their shattered links pulsing faintly with an unnatural light. The air around him shifted, bending and twisting, as if the very world responded to his will.

Then, a small whimper broke the suffocating silence.

It was faint but unmistakable—like a dying animal's last breath. The man turned toward the sound, his movements still controlled, but now filled with something far darker.

He walked slowly, each step deliberate as he followed the sound to its source.

There, on the ground, was a man—his body mutilated beyond recognition. His upper limbs and lower limbs had been torn from his body, leaving nothing but a mangled torso that struggled to breathe.

When the injured man saw him approach, his eyes widened with terror. His voice cracked, struggling to form words as the horror of what stood before him sank in.

"You—you're a monster..." the man gasped, fear and horror lacing his voice.

The man with the chain stared down at him, his gaze colder than the void itself.

With a swift, merciless motion, the man lifted his foot and stomped it onto the injured man's head, grinding it into the dirt with an unsettling finality. The sound of bone cracking was almost drowned out by the sickening squelch of blood as the injured man's life was snuffed out in an instant.

"You're wrong," he said, his voice steady. "I'm a demon."