There are always people who think of themselves as heroes, as the Chosen Ones who will succeed in everything they do. In fact, that is usually the truth... (sometimes) 

However, not every Chosen one is a Real Chosen One. Sometimes, they only exist to further elevate the status of a real hero. They are but the stumbling rocks and an expensive example for others to learn from.

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The Guardian shook its head sadly and watched as Death destroyed the world it had painfully set up; with just a few snaps of his fingers. Who would have known that the final Boss of this disaster isn't from the invasion of otherworldly intruders, but a hidden Entity that owns this Realm itself. 

But, that was for the best, wasn't it... Anyway, the plans it had set up had gone awry long ago. With each of the chosen hero having their own selfish thoughts and ambitions, it was impossible for the world to stay united unless a huge part of the population is eliminated. Even then, the fragile balance and relationship between the heroes are something to worry about even after they successfully pass their tribulation and migrate to a new world.

The Guardian thought of its incomplete vision of the future when it first awaken in its form. It turns out that all the plans it has made and strategies were for naught, as the obscured part was actually the most crucial part about the One who wields ultimate power and authority of this world. One of the real Divine Ones. The Ancient Laws. The Real Angels of God. It was blasphemy to speak of their true name, and they exist for the sake of existence itself. Without them, it is impossible for a world to be born or continue to exist.

As a newly awakened Guardian, it has inherited memories of its predecessors and even received full authority of their powers. However, there are still some sealed memories within itself that caused it not to have noticed the situation involving the final real Boss of this world.

Now... it can only properly lower itself to confess its mistakes and meekly ask for help. 

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A pot of tea sat in between the two divine beings. One of them was an enchantingly handsome man with a golden halo around him made up of ancient symbols and writings circulating around his physical body. The space is even slightly distorted when he makes even the smallest movement. On the other side was an elegant cat with glittering fur, curled up in a dignified pose. It has three eyes and a pair of beautiful white wings. It can be seen that the cat was trying to please the man by acting cute and telling him its own sob story and how it was still a baby guardian that had just awakened not too long ago...

The man slowly lifted his cup of tea and took a sip, nodding at the version of the story told from the Guardian's perspective. His lips slightly curled up. Finally, after hearing the whole fiasco from beginning to the end, this somewhat cold and expressionless man gave a surprising reply....