[Chapter 1 Awakening 1]
The sky was scored in a beautiful red and orange as multiple gods and deities floated or stood in the air with their armies of followers and disciples. A rogue male stood against them.
His face was scared and old, yet he was a god, not by choice but by a curse. His anger toward most gods was one many mortal life felt, anger toward those who toy and play with their lives as if they were nothing more than ants or toys.
It always sickened the long-forgotten king as he wasn't alone, to begin with, but, over years of fighting the gods, he has lost lovers, brothers in arms, and even children.
The cursed god knew his death here was unavoidable, as he had killed many gods. He'd broken many taboos in his selfish fight but was used to doing that if he saw fit, like feeding a god the meat of a human to prove they were not all-knowing and seeing.
"ha ha ha ha...yes, this is a fitting end for me, Lycan.. god of werewolves to be hunted overnumbered and be corned in such an unbefitting way to ruin your perfect utopia!" The old dying wolf god said as he looked down at the manly swords, polearms, and blades impaling his scared, withering body.
Glaring at the gods who were forced to give their power to mortals to stop him as he tipped the balance so much, he gave birth to many self-made gods and god slayers, all wanting their fate away from the norm. Due to this action, the universes will provide all beings with a system, some standard leveling and straightening, and others with potential exotic, personalized, or unique systems that could rival the mighty gods and even higher beings.
Due to this, many gods would give people a system to breed a perfect vessel to break the shackles and regain the balance of gods overall, but some went rogue.
Others used it to become an all-powerful being above all because Lycan sympathized with humans, demons, and even angels who wanted their fate in their own hands. Lycan passed on many secrets and forbidden arts before they became widely known and used.
Mana, ki or chi, aura, and many different forms of energy were locked away but are now given and used for good and evil. Systems were something that would never leave mortal hands. The gods tried to kill those who would not yield. Many prodigies lay dead or dying on this bloodstained battlefield of a graveyard. His comrades did not once curse their friend but only the gods who hated change.
The mighty Zeus had struck the final blow, but none of the gods here left without injury. Many were forced to reincarnate or seal themselves in a system to live on to claim the right above all.
"Your damn mutt, you dare to bite the hand of your master. To cause all this, I will ensure you will never live again, but I must thank you. As I hated the other pantheons, I now have the chance to be king of all gods again."
"Haha! If I knew this would be the result, I'd have done it myself, but sadly, I lost half of my powers. My godly vessel is breaking, but all I must do, like many others, is become a system!"
"Live a life as a mortal and grow stronger than all. My soul is intact, but yours, haha? Well, that last attack you did fractured and destroyed yours, and you will have a final death," Zeus said as he hobbled back as the old fool faded away.
Only a head was left, slowly fading to the depths of the void. Fear took him, as Lycan still gave the old prideful god a defiant stare. Zeus was furious but eventually began to laugh as he performed the ritual. He transformed into pure energy as the sky filled with numerous lights, and the gods departed for this new opportunity. Lycan gradually disappeared, but not before he put the remaining parts of his soul into creating a system. He knew he couldn't be the system itself, but with this creation, he hoped to be heard by the universe and receive a response to his desperate pleas.
"Please give my strength and power to someone with the will to achieve their goals. They will need to train harder than most, but they will...become a beacon of hope! I apologize, but you will not have an easy start, and you must work diligently. But don't fear---"
Static noise could only be heard as the being was gone. This final message to the system's owner would not hear his parting word, but it would be a vague sentence.
A young adult of 23 years abruptly woke up, drenched in a chilly sweat, while experiencing an excruciating sensation of energy flowing through his body. It's common for all those who become system owners to undergo such a phenomenon. Soul integration. Many would feel this pain at the age of 16 if they weren't lucky enough to get a named system, but this male felt it twice. As he had a standard leveling system, his shaken, dark-skinned hand swiped down only to see. His lv 25 status go to lv 1. He was granted what many would kill for despite being reset to LV 1. He was given a named system.
_Status_
Name: Blaze Hope Nights
Race: lower werewolf(evolution not ready)
Bloodline:---------
lv:1
exp:0/500
gold:19,562
Hp:50/ 50
Mp:10/ 10
Str:4
Int:2
Agi:8
Con:5
Luck:19
Stat points:10
Unique ability: [Aura manipulation lv:1]
_Active skills _
[Claw slash lv:1] [Lycans Rage lv:1]
_Passive skills_
[Predators Body lv:1] [Unyielding Soul lv: max] [Devour:lv:0]
All the male could do was gawk in disbelief, shock, and wonder as the system gave him one final message.
~Kill and eat all. Let your anger burn! DEVOUR TO GROW~ Welcome to.
~The Devours System ~