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The king's twelve emperors

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There exists a king so powerfull, he had killed the gods of 50 universes. Presently he rules over them with an iron fist. Under him serves eleven emperors capable of killing gods. When a new player enters the arena, he is to be tested. Of course as powerfull as the king is he still has enemies and one person could shift the balance of the inter-universe war raging. Millions die every second and the war's end is far, but the eyes on the new player only multiply as he grows stronger.

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Chapter 1 - Introduction

For a moment his mind was blank, full of white meaningless noise, like a TV screen's.

What even is a TV? As he asked himself this very question, a few others came up.

Who am-I?

Where am-I?

And finally: How did it came down to this?

Nothing filled the blanks from his memory so after asking himself where he was, he had mustered every ounce of courage left in him to open his eyes. He was immediately hit by light, sounds and smells, as if he just had started using his senses. The sounds and smells were like muffled or repressed and the light came from a single point, in front of him. What hit him next was an image that his eyes were sending him but that his brain couldn't comprehend, he was high, way too high. The information from his eyes finally processed in his brain and finally came to a conclusion, he was in space or near it. When the sensation of cold hit him, his brain had taken many hits in the span of mere seconds, but he was able to think, or at least try. This ability gave birth to the earlier question:

How did it came down to this?

Next, his newly awakened body and mind started to work searching in disarray for a way to go back down. When he realised, he couldn't breathe he waved his arms around aimlessly as if he was trying to swim. That's when something like a satellite hit his back with force, creating a sound in the void, though not for long. The momentum it carried was apparently enough to send him flying towards what he previously associated with a bright light, the ground. He was falling from 7 kilometers in the air. His life didn't flash before his eyes, all he could see was the grassy ground getting closer and closer. He didn't close his eyes but he crossed his arm in an X in front of his face.

 As if that was going to save me... I need a miracle, like right now!

When he finished wording his final wish, an explosion suddenly went off under him, creating a large column of black, pink and blue smoke. It rose up to a little under him, about 3km high. Under the thick smoke he still saw the flash the explosion made. It's only after 8 seconds that the sound of the explosion reached him and nearly made him deaf, the sound was so loud you could almost touch it, like it had a physical body. The shockwave slowed his, still quiet, fall and made his landing point deviate. While falling he saw a grey and red plane explode after being hit by an unknown projectile. As the ground grew closer, every muscle and organs in his body grew numb and he catched on fire.

 

 

 

 Then, his fall finally ended, without any miracle.

He hit the ground so fast his arms meant nothing and his shoulders were dislocated behind his head that also took the shock. He, fortunately, died immediately, every nerve he awakened minutes ago died.

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Marc let out sigh, not out of exhaustion, but out of bordom. He expected more out of the ones that dared to insult his king so lively. Actually..... he didn't really.

But still, this is pretty pathetic....

He was looking at the survivors of the explosion, beforehand Mark had released a single low-class spell of explosion and there were approximatively 17 survivors out of the 132'800 soldiers calling themselves "Imperials".

Well, it's Kinda overkill, but I'll cast another one to sweep up the rest of 'em.

It's around that time that Mark realised that something was falling towards him at high speed, at least for the average of a human.

Without even looking at the human torch falling towards him, he took a step on his left. Where he stood seconds before, the body of said human fell so hard there was only a lump of flesh left, but, strangely enough, Mark could sense that the human's soul was still intact. He turned his head and looked down on him from his 6 foot 2.

While he kneeled down, his own blood mixed in with the one of the human because of the hole in his stomach, however he didn't even bother to look at it nor acknowledged it since it was there for centuries. The organs in his stomach we would be supposed to see where not visible, not even the lungs or the heart. Mark's upper arms where inexistent, only a part of bone peeking out of the flesh.

He then smiled and presented the lump of flesh whit his "arm" as if to offer a handshake even if this should be impossible in the condition of both parties.

-Nice to meet 'cha, my name's Mark

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Mark finally arrived on another planet called Kingdom minutes later, flying in the sky without any wings or jetpack. He was carrying a cadaver under his right arm .There was a single building on the entire planet but it covered it all, it was the king's castle. The building was colourful somewhere and dark at another, although it was all divided in 11 parts not counting the huge black tower in the middle that pointed towards and past the sky limit.

Every part of the castle was different, like it's own world.

At a glance, it was easy to understand that every one of them was built to match the desires of a different person. Mark lended directly on the roof of one of them and enterred by breaking a large window, reaching at least tree meters.

A loud sound resonated trough the mansion due to the window breaking and the glass shards hitting the dark wooden floor.