Novels by Aliyat

After three days of traveling by horse-drawn carriage, Aren finally arrived at Esteria Palace. The endless journey had drained his excitement, and he remained slumped in his seat even after the carriage entered the palace grounds.“Hey, wake up! We've arrived at Esteria Palace!” Liora shouted, tugging at his hair with her tiny hands.“Please, let me rest for a moment. I don't think my body can take another step.”“You've been sitting in that carriage for three days! How can you be this exhausted?” Liora demanded, pulling his hair again.“That's exactly the problem. Three whole days of sitting and doing nothing. My body wasn't made for this kind of torture.”Before Liora could argue with him, their carriage stopped behind the one carrying King Galen and the princess. Through the window, Aren saw an enormous palace surrounded by grand walls and towering structures.Royal guards in shining armor stood in formation along the road to the entrance. As the king's carriage stopped, one guard

Aren planted his foot firmly against the arena floor and launched himself forward, his right fist already clenched. As he reached Ogru, he jumped and drove his fist into the monster's jaw with enough force to snap its head to the side.BOOOOM!“Ugh!” Ogru groaned, staggering as the blow landed. Its tusks rattled, and its massive body swayed while it struggled to regain its balance.In the royal section, King Galen rose from his seat. He had watched Aren dodge the thrown club and strike his monster twice without suffering a single injury. Now, he studied the young man with growing interest.“Why does every punch he throws land, and how does he keep avoiding Ogru's attacks?” Galen asked. “Could he be a skilled magic user?”Magnus, the king's aide, stood beside him with his hands held respectfully in front of his body. He watched Aren for a moment before bowing his head toward the king.“It doesn't appear so, Your Majesty. I haven't detected any signs of magical ability from him. Judging

Aren's second match was about to begin. After finishing dinner to restore the energy he had lost during his battle with Grimjaw, he waited outside the arena with Liora hovering beside him. The three golden-haired women who had cared for him earlier had already left, and a massive wooden door stood between him and the crowd waiting on the other side.“The Ogræking's weak spots are around its neck and beneath its chin,” Liora explained. “But thick muscles protect those areas, so you'll need to hit them with considerable force.”Aren glanced at his empty hands. “And what about a weapon? Am I supposed to fight another monster with my bare hands?”“You can claim a weapon from an opponent you've defeated, but Grimjaw didn't carry one. There's nothing for you to collect, so you'll have to manage without it.”“Damn it.”Aren had barely survived his first battle, and he wasn't confident that his special trait would save him against a stronger opponent. The lack of a weapon made his situation e

Aren lay unconscious on the bed, his damp body covered by a thick white blanket. Liora and one of the three golden-haired women had pulled him from the bathtub after he swallowed too much water and passed out. They had managed to revive him before carrying him to bed, where they waited for him to regain consciousness.His eyelids twitched, and he groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he did was touch his nose, which still hurt from the ordeal.“Look, he's waking up!” Liora announced.The three women stood beside the bed, watching him with concern. The woman who had helped rescue him remained closest, while Liora hovered near his face.“Can you hear me? Are you awake?” the fairy asked.Aren immediately pushed himself upright, causing the blanket to slip toward his waist. The women exchanged surprised looks, and he quickly pulled the covering back over his chest.He glanced around the room, recognizing the same surroundings he had seen before attempting to drown himself.

The three women glanced at each other, looking confused, then came over to Aren. One rested a hand on his shoulder while another studied his troubled expression through the mirror.“Would you prefer to postpone our celebration until after you've taken a bath, sir?” she asked, gently running her hand down his arm.Aren barely noticed her touch. His unfamiliar reflection and the system that identified him as Aren Vale occupied his thoughts, and he needed time alone to make sense of everything.“A bath would help,” he replied. “I need to clean myself up first.”“We could join you if you like,” the woman beside him offered with a playful smile.Aren hesitated, but he had more pressing concerns than enjoying their company. “That's not necessary. I'll call you when I'm ready.”The women looked disappointed but did not argue. Before leaving, the blue-eyed woman placed the bottle of Phoenix tears on the table beside the bed.“Apply this to your injuries, and you'll feel much better.”“Thank y

Aren pulled his right arm back and locked eyes with Grimjaw. The thing had nearly killed him once. This time he was going to hit back.The monster roared and attacked. Aren waited until it got close this time, then slammed his fist directly into its stomach.BOOOOM!The impact sent a gust of wind across the arena. Grimjaw staggered backward, its massive body jolting from the unexpected blow, while the spectators fell silent.A notification appeared before Aren's eyes.[SUCCESSFUL HIT CONFIRMED.][SPECIAL TRAIT ACTIVATED: RETALIATION GROWTH.][STRENGTH DOUBLED.]A surge of strength spread through Aren's muscles. Although his injuries still hurt, he could feel the difference. His trait worked exactly as the combat record had promised.“So that's how it works,” he muttered.Grimjaw bared its black teeth and charged again. Aren waited until the monster came within reach before striking its left cheek with his fist.BOOOOM!Grimjaw's head snapped sideways, and its enormous body crashed ont