In a vast empty field, a human, a little more handsome than me in looks, appeared to be fighting with 7 giant figures.
The 7 figures didn't seem to have a physical body and were flying in the air.
None of the sides were being completely suppressed, it seemed like an interesting fight.
The vast field was located near a small village. It was midnight and the villagers were woken up by the loud noises of fighting.
With their curiosity being fuel to the fire, some men headed towards the place the sound was coming from.
The villagers soon reached the field after crossing a patch of dense group of trees. The fight was very high-scale for the villagers to get close but they could at least identify the people fighting.
"Leader, the Human fighting looks somewhat like Derrick Warren. Could it be that the Gods got the news and are….."
"Stop! No need to worry. It is Derrick Warren, the mage who made the ranks after Mythical rank known and also the first Demi-God rank mage in human history."
"Yes leader, I understand but still-"
"Silence" The leader silenced the other man who was about to speak something
This was all happening in the Anguniion Realm. The Anguniion Realm was also known as the Diverse Realm as it was a house to more than a thousand species. The people here could use magic and their power was divided into 1 to 9 ranks with 1 being highest and 9 the lowest.
After rank 1 came the Legendary, Transcendent, Mythical, Spiritual, Demi-God and then God respectively.
Although these ranks were discovered, no one other than a few dragons had made it to the Demi-God rank. Derrick was the first.
The 7 figures in front of Derrick were at the God rank who were made by the same Creator as the Aguniion Realm.
It seemed that Derrick was on the same level as the 7 but in his heart, Derrick knew the truth. He was not going to last long before them. It all started when Derrick had discovered one of the Creator's artifacts, "Projection Marble".
Its use was unknown but being Creator's artifact alone was enough for the Gods to come in the Diverse Realm.
Derrick had a blue shield like layer covering his whole body. The shield was doing a good job until one of the 7 figures launched an attack using a purple liquid, corroding the shield.
Derrick's robe and Upper Shirt was also corroded revealing his well built body despite being a mage.
Derrick made a few chants and black flames started appearing behind him. Derrick seemed to be controlling this fire and he directed it towards the one who made him half-naked.
The black flame hit him and he died within a few seconds.
This was a special characteristic of the black flames, only Derrick in the whole world was able to use it and it didn't burn the body, rather it directly burned the soul of the target. This was powerful, cool and all but the problem was that these black flames, Derrick could use them only once a day.
Using the black flames consumed around 60% of his mana. His mana was enough to kill all the humans on this planet alone.
'This is gonna be tough… Should've learnt swordsmanship' Derrick thought in his heart while preparing another chant.
'Only 6 left now' Derrick finished his chant and this time lightning was summoned directly from the sky, again hitting one of the seven but it didn't have any effect.
Derrick was a little surprised but he did not dwell upon it. Finally, the 6 remaining started to make a move.
They put their hands forward, collectively forming a big ball.
Derrick could sense the insane amount of mana and see his death if that ball touched him. Derrick put all his remaining mana in his feet and dashed in the opposite direction of the attack.
The attack made a very deep and wide hole on the surface, enough to kill Derrick in this situation over 10 times. Derrick was still caught in the impact and now he was lying on the ground.
"Ha, alright, I'll give you guys the artifact, let me leave." Derrick surrendered thinking about his life and what it was worth
"We will take the artifact, that was our original plan…." One of the 6 remaining spoke
"So, you guys can speak"
"....but now seeing your power to stay alive till now means that you will get stronger in the future if left alive. You are a threat to our power"
"What do you mean" Although Derrick was not able to beat them right now, he at least had the upper hand in the bargain with the Creator's Artifact
"Meaning we will kill you here"
"Do you know what my life is worth? I don't care about it but the people who did, died protecting it. From then, this life belonged to them and I will never let it end. Though the circumstances may not be in my favour, I can make it the least favourable for you too."
Saying this Derrick took out a seemingly ordinary marble from using space magic.
"...The Projection Marble"
"Right, and now, since you wanted to kill me and I will die in any case, why not make it worse for you?"
Derrick smashed the marble after speaking. Derrick burned his remaining life force to bring out the black flames again and kill as many Gods as possible.
2 more Gods had now fallen. In the anger of losing the artifact the gods originally came for, they destroyed everything in the radius of 100 miles.
Derrick slowly felt his consciousness fading, but, it was not only the consciousness that was fading but he was even forgetting his memories of important people in his life.
"What is happening, I can't seem to remember them… Mother… Father… Brother…Sienna why am I losing them?" Those were Derrick's last words before his body got wiped out in the attack made by the Gods
Derrick's soul was the only thing of him remaining. His soul was in a warm sea from what he could feel.
Derrick slowly opened his eyes and was able to see a space like a dark tunnel and his memories were all over the place. Slowly the memories started gathering at one specific memory.
Since the memories started gathering, a long time has passed, a few years at least. Finally when the memories became one, his soul finally starting to scatter away as mana, his memories should have done the same but rather than doing that, they left the place.
Derrick gave a simple smile since he neither had the will nor the time to think what happened to the memories.
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Present, in a big mansion with at least 40 rooms was lively with maids in black outfits running in every place.
In a room, a maid entered.
"Please wake up, Young Lord Warren"
The maid opened the curtains
The boy in the bed suddenly woke up and murmured in a low voice "What is this, Mythical rank..Sienna…Gods. What the hell is this?"