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The Immortal King: Lord of the Dark Realm

The Immortal King: Lord of the Dark Realm

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last updateLast Updated : 2025-12-22
By:  Achilefu Ifebuche KingsleyOngoing
Language: English
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Adventurous

Action

Superpower

Weak to Strong

Revenge

Ruthless

Survival Game

Alaric Thorn was just a blacksmith in the 12th century—a husband, a father, a simple man. Until the day everything was taken from him. His wife murdered. His daughters stolen. And he himself slaughtered, powerless to protect the people he loved. But death did not end his story. Dragged into a supernatural realm after dying, Alaric made a desperate bargain: power in exchange for completing a mission in the future. A mission he did not understand. He returned to Earth centuries later—only to realize his revenge no longer existed. Four hundred years had passed. His family long gone. Their killer long dead. And Alaric… could no longer die. Cursed with immortality, he wandered through ages and empires, trying every possible way to end his life—failing each time. All he wanted was to go back in time and fix what he had lost. But when he finally stepped into a time machine, fate betrayed him again. Instead of the past… Alaric was thrown into another realm entirely—a brutal world crawling with monsters, ancient races, and system-like powers. Here, strength must be earned through blood, each battle pushing him closer to awakening his true potential. In this realm, he is no longer just a wanderer. He is a rising lord. A conqueror. A man destined to build an empire strong enough to challenge a king— a king who bears the same name as the monster who destroyed his life on Earth. As Alaric fights beasts, defeats tyrants, and gathers allies and armies, he discovers the truth behind the mission he accepted centuries ago: To reclaim his fate… To break his immortal curse… To rewrite the destiny stolen from him… He must rise as the Immortal King. The true master of the Dark Realm he was fated to rule.

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14 Chapters
Hope for the Misery
The year was 2096 — a world draped in neon haze and digital chatter. Hover-buses whispered down the sky lanes, gliding silently above magnetic rails. Billboards breathed and blinked, changing images like thoughts, selling dreams that no one could afford anymore. Even the air smelled synthetic — a cocktail of ozone, engine mist, and recycled rain. At the edge of a half-collapsed bus stand, a man sat — clothes rumpled, hair unwashed, eyes heavy with the kind of pain that comes from living too long. In one hand, he clutched a half-empty bottle of whiskey; in the other, a dying cigarette that barely glowed through the drizzle. That man is me. My name — or at least the one I go by this century — is Callum Vire. I've had many names through the centuries, most long forgotten, some carved on tombstones that still bear my face. But these days, most people just call me The Freak. I guess that's my new name for the next hundred years. I took another swig from the bottle, the warmth doing l
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My First Death
The hum of flickering lights. The cold stench of metal, sweat, and disinfectant. A soft, rhythmic beep counting down a silence that wouldn't end. I opened my eyes to the sight of steel bars and a half-broken neon strip buzzing overhead. Across the corridor, two officers sat behind a reinforced glass console, their uniforms pressed sharp, faces dull with routine. One of them glanced up, smirked, and nudged the other. "Look who's awake. The freak's up again." The other didn't even lift his eyes from the holo-screen. "Should've stayed out longer. Easier on everyone." Their laughter was low and tired — the kind that comes from people who stopped feeling guilt a long time ago. A surveillance drone drifted past, its red sensor light washing over my face like a scanner looking for signs of life it knew it wouldn't find. I groaned, rubbing the back of my neck. "Oh, come on," I muttered. "You lot never get tired of bringing me here, do you?" Neither of them answered. The first officer
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Desperate Bargain
Darkness.A silence so vast it felt alive.For a moment — or maybe forever — I was certain I no longer existed.No breath. No pain. No body to hold it.Just thought, floating in a place that wasn't a place at all.Then came the sound — faint, distant — like a thousand whispers woven into wind.They didn't speak words. They remembered them.When I opened my eyes, I expected light — the kind they say greets the dead, warm and blinding, the gates of heaven opening wide.But what I found instead was… blue.A deep, endless blue.Not the blue of oceans or skies, but something heavier. Smoky. Cold.It rolled across the ground in slow waves, swallowing the horizon until it was all there was.I was standing — though I couldn't say how — on what looked like ground, yet it gave beneath my boots like mist.No sun, no moon, no stars.Just a horizon that refused to end.I turned in slow circles, my voice breaking the stillness."Hello?"No answer.The echo came back late, softer, almost thoughtful
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Four Centuries Too Late
The first thing I felt was cold.Not the biting chill of death — this was different. Damp. Heavy. Real.I drew in a breath, sharp and unsteady. Air filled my lungs. Actual air.And it hurt.I opened my eyes to dim light filtering through wooden beams. The ceiling above me was low, patched with soot and cobwebs. All around, the air smelled of yeast, oak, and fermenting grapes.I blinked slowly, my vision swimming before it steadied. Rows of barrels stretched across the room — stacked, polished, sweating with condensation. Somewhere close by, a cart rolled across stone, and men's voices murmured, busy and impatient.Where… where was I?I tried to move and realized with sudden horror — I was naked.My skin was slick with the scent of wine and dust."What in God's…" I muttered, scrambling to my feet. My knees nearly buckled as I looked around, searching for anything to cover myself.On a nearby rack hung a pile of rough linen tunics. I snatched one and pulled it over my head, the fabric s
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Rage Unleashed
I stood frozen in the middle of the street, my chest rising and falling in ragged bursts.The building in front of me blurred through the sting of tears.That voice. That cursed voice.It lied to me.It promised me a chance to avenge my wife's death.A chance to save my daughters.But all I found was loss. The world had moved on without me, my daughters turned to legends, and I… I was nothing but a ghost time had forgotten.A shout broke through my thoughts."Hey! You there!"The same foreman from the wine house stomped toward me, rag in hand, barking orders like an angry hound. "If you're done daydreaming, there's work to be done! Barrels don't roll themselves!"Before I could speak, a sudden commotion erupted at the far end of the street — the clatter of hooves, boots, and metal against stone.Soldiers.They stormed the yard without warning, banners flapping with the crest of some unseen king.The workers froze — then chaos.Barrels overturned, spilling wine like blood across the co
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Cursed With Immortality
The mountain wind howled against the rocks, cold and sharp like a thousand whispers. I sat there, staring at the valley below — the same valley that held the village I’d just left. My hands trembled, still smeared with blood that wasn’t mine.The voice had lied.Or worse — it had abandoned me.I pulled a dagger I took from one of the soldiers. Its edge glinted pale in the moonlight. Without a thought, I turned it toward my chest.“I didn’t ask for this,” I muttered. Then I drove it in.The steel sank deep. For a moment, I felt it — the pain, the heat of blood spilling across my fingers. Then it was gone. The wound sealed as if it had never been. Not even a scar remained.I stared, breathing hard. Then I tried again — deeper this time. Nothing.I screamed and hurled the dagger down the slope, where it clattered against stone.So I tried other ways.I leapt from the cliff — the rocks below shattered under me, but my bones did not.I drowned myself in the mountain stream until my lungs b
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The Man Death Refused
Misery has a sound — the slow echo of years that refuse to end. I lived through it all. I built homes, made families, raised children who carried my eyes and smile — and buried every one of them. I learned not to grow too close, not to hope too much. Because every time I did, time would steal them away. They aged. I didn’t. They died. I couldn’t. After a while, even grief lost its sharpness. It became something quieter — a dull ache that hummed beneath the years, like an old wound that never healed but never quite hurt enough to make you scream anymore. I watched wives wither beside me, friends fade into dust, children grow old and forget the man who never changed. After a while, I stopped trying to explain. I just left — again and again — because staying hurt too much. And yet… I kept looking for an end. That was me in the Battle of Waterloo, 1815 — walking through the smoke and fire as bullets tore the air around me. Men screamed, cannons thundered, bodies fell like rain. I
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The Ticket Back
The night air outside the precinct was heavy with rain — a thin mist that curled around the neon lamps like ghostly smoke. The city hummed in the distance, alive with the sound of hover engines and faraway sirens.The steel doors slid open with a hiss, and I stepped out — wrists still red from the cuffs they’d just removed. Beside me walked a man in a dark coat, umbrella in hand, his pace calm and deliberate.“Callum,” he said, his voice low but firm, “you’ve got to stop this.”I glanced at him, half a smirk tugging at my lips. “Stop what? Existing?”He sighed. “No. Living like this. You’re a mess. You’ve got houses, estates, money gathering dust in accounts no one remembers you own. Yet here you are — sleeping on streets, picking fights, getting arrested every other week. Why?”I looked ahead, the rain blurring the flickering streetlights. “Because it’s quiet there,” I said. “The streets don’t ask questions. The walls of those houses do.”He shook his head. “You need to move on. Take
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Time Travel
They said it would take three years.Bu it took eight years.Eight years of equations, prototypes, failures, and cautious optimism. Eight years that — for someone who had lived through centuries — felt longer than any eternity before it.For me, immortality had always been a curse measured in heartbeats, not years. But this wait… this wait taught me something new. Hope, when stretched too long, begins to hurt.And yet, on that morning, as the alarms hummed softly through the Arcadia Complex, I realized the hurt didn’t matter anymore.Because the machine was ready.They’d built it in the heart of the facility — a vast chamber the size of a cathedral, walls lined with reinforced glass and glowing data veins that pulsed like arteries. The air buzzed with energy, almost alive.At the center stood the machine itself — the Chronos Gate.It wasn’t what I expected. No grand sphere or bulky metal box like in the old holo-movies. It was graceful — a massive circular frame of silver and black, s
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Wrong Time, Wrong World
The time machine slammed into the ground, its metal frame groaning as the engines sputtered weakly. A deafening whine filled the air — then a violent shockwave blasted outward, kicking up a storm of dust.Sand erupted in spirals around the machine, swallowing everything in a choking haze. The entire world trembled beneath me as the power flickered, hummed, and finally died.I reached for the release button and pressed it. The door hissed open with a metallic sigh — and a wall of heat slammed into me, followed by a surge of dust that clawed at my throat and stung my eyes as I climbed out into the storm.I took a few cautious steps forward, hand raised against the swirling grit. Visibility was near zero, but I kept moving. Then my boot struck something hard.I looked down—and froze.A skull. Human, or close enough to it.“What the…?” The word tore out of my throat before I could stop it.My pulse quickened. I kept walking slowly as the storm began to settle, and when it finally did, I w
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