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Evolution: From Calamity To Accursed Calamity

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A realm was formed when two different universes were connected. A realm that spanned for dozens of galaxies in diameter. In time chaos, death and disorder spread through the whole realm, and from these mentioned elements came a completely new race of beings, which the lifeforms of the two universes termed as calamity. Most were as savage, unintelligent in nature but there were some, stronger ones who were born with sentience, intelligence! The calamities hated it as their home was ravaged by war and their kind was hunted because of greed, as they were seen as nothing but resources by the outsiders to either consume or tame! However, despite of everything, they couldn't do anything, as if they had a few strongs, than the outsiders had many on many strongs. The massive realm had become the main focus of all the main powers of the two universes. it had become a main ground where three different powers fought on a daily basis in every corner of the realm. Every day there were Divine Entities that fell to their doom, but every day there were also many how ascended to The opportunities and the resources were abundant, along with the dangers and death that came hand in hand with them. Meanwhile, in such an environment, a weak calamity was born in some far corner of the realm, away from the real dangers, yet still not, because even though, he had sentience, he was born weak and ignorant. Only born with the superficial knowledge: that his kind was hunted, and he should get stronger as soon as possible if he wants to survive in this realm, and not become nourishment for someone else. Nonetheless, though born weakest as a rank 1 calamity, he had something special that not many had. An absurdly and illogically strong ability, another absurdly strong ability and another strong ability. However, it was still unknown, if these abilities were even strong enough to make him survive, let alone make him strong, stronger than anybody else, or perhaps strong enough to make him climb to the top. [Note: The MC is indeed born with strong abilities, however that doesn't mean those abilities will make him insanely stronger from the start! No, instead to become strong and peerless, he would have to work for it, and suffer for it! Only then would he be worthy enough to be called ] ... *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
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