I used to think the world was balanced, even if it was unfair in some aspects.

But it didn't take long for me to realize that mere existence is a flawed thing.

Here power reigns supreme, and while millions die and suffer every day, every hour, the gods sit on their magnificently decorated thrones on their temples. Lots of food at its disposal while they watch us from the so distant sky.

But that is about to change.

I will make them fear the mortals they mock so much.

Who am I, you ask?

My name is Kleio Barastrosa, I'm a young guy in his 16 years old and I am a cultivator.

If I'm strong? No, quite the opposite -- I am beyond the concept of mediocre.

Honestly, I'm weak.

I am useless.

I'm a worm.

I am anything you want me to be.

I am whatever others say I am.

I simply don't care. Not anymore. I'm not sure of almost anything; It's all just a matter of perspective.

But there's one thing I am sure about: when the bell roars from the heavens at the end of times, the silhouette that will rise above the heavens is gonna be me.

I f*cking swear by my own soul. That day'll come.

I will make this world a better place. Free from scum, free from corrupt gods.

I am the one who will reign above the heavens.

And someday, mark my words, I'll be the absolute.

By any means and costs.