Earth was no more.

In its place was a new land, a combination of many unenlightened worlds, all mashed together for a singular purpose. To foster strength through hardship, and power through sacrifice.

The rules of the System were simple, unite and bring your species to victory... or die trying.

Aleister is a normal man. One who died an awful death. Unfortunately for the Fleshshapers, they didn't kill him hard enough. Now he is a Spirit, one who cannot feel fear, and has a penchant for violence. If there is any human being who can drag humanity down the path of survival, it would be him.

Unfortunately.

This is not a LitRPG. It is much closer to a wuxia, though it isn't quite that either.

This is my first fiction, so any and all feedback is appreciated.