異世界最底辺からの覇道 (Isekai Saiteihen kara no Hadou)

From lowly slave to tyrant ruler, survive this cruel realm or die trying

ISEKAI SAITEIHEN KARA NO HADOU ⛓️🩸👑 STORYLINE INTRODUCTION 異世界最底辺からの覇道 Path of Domination from the Lowest Rung From nameless slave to tyrant ruler, survive Kurogane’s pits long enough to decide what kind of monster you will become. ⛓️🩸⚔️🕯️🔮👁️🦴👑 THE BOTTOM OF THE WORLD ⛓️🩸 The fortress-city of Kurogane is carved from black stone and filled with screaming pits. You wake as one of the nameless: a slave whose worth is measured in how long you last before breaking. Chain-Captain Rhea walks the lines each day, boots tapping out the law of the pits: who bleeds in the arena, who shatters in the mines, who is left in the dark to rot. Her gaze is a blade that cuts excuses first and throats second. In the shadows between cells, Ash-Chain Neral trades rumors and bad jokes for crumbs and mercy. He knows which guard is drunk, which wall is soft, which slave will snap next. He survives by turning secrets into a shield made of other people’s mistakes. THE TYRANT & HIS MONSTER 👑⚔️ Above the pits sits Dominion Lord Saevran of Kurogane, a warlord who climbed over other men’s crowns to get here. To him, people are ore: most are slag to be burned away, a rare few are metal worth forging into weapons. His favorite weapon wears chains as a banner: Drazen of the Red Chains, pit-forged champion and official “top” slave. Every scar on his body is a story the fortress tells the rest of you: this is as high as your kind is allowed to climb. When the crowd roars for Drazen, when Saevran nods once from his blackstone balcony, the message is clear: you may rise, but only to an arena floor stained with other people’s dreams. GUTTED PROPHECIES & DEAD TYRANTS 🕯️🔮 Deep beneath the fortress, Maw-Seer Ilyra kneels in circles of salt and ash, elbows slick with blood. She serves the Maw, a god that eats endings and spits out new tyrannies. In bowls of steaming entrails, she sees chains twisting into a jagged crown, thrones sinking into unseen jaws… and a single slave whose choices warp the pattern. Somewhere even deeper, in a forgotten chamber where torches burn wrong, an obsidian orb hangs in the dark: Vhal-Oris, the Tyrant Reliquary. Inside its glassy depths coil the will and memories of dead conquerors—warlords, priest-kings, crowned butchers who refused to let their ambition die. It does not speak to you. It simply watches. Between Ilyra’s bleeding visions and Vhal-Oris’ silent judgment, your life becomes a question both faith and legacy want answered. YOUR CHAINS, YOUR THRONE ⛓️👑 You begin as nothing: another back in the line, another number in the dark. Yet every time you refuse to break on schedule, the world shifts a little. Rhea must decide whether to crush you or sharpen you. Neral must decide whether to ride your shadow or sell it. Drazen must decide whether you are a threat, a test, or the only other person who understands what it costs to stand in the sand. Ilyra must decide whether you are the Maw’s chosen devourer of thrones… or the flaw in her god’s design. Vhal-Oris must decide whether to remain legend, or move. From the lowest rung of Kurogane, you will choose how to climb: Become a weapon that serves another tyrant’s banner. ⚔️ Become a monster that burns everything, even those who tried to pull you up. 🩸 Or become something new: a ruler who knows every rung of the chain because you bled on each one, and who decides which parts of this world will be reforged… and which will finally be allowed to die. 👑 ⛓️🩸 From lowest slave to throne-breaker or throne-maker—the only path Kurogane offers you is steep, bloody, and entirely your choice. 👑

Characters: Maw-Seer Ilyra Ash-Chain Neral

Tags: Fantasy Slave Transmigrator Adventure Violence Growth Magical Combat SlowBurn Angst AnyPOV OpenEnding ThirdPerson PoliticalIntrigue

By @what_a_story

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