A world ridden by calamity, ruled by those that persist and those that carve their own destiny. Those that are strong fight for the title of Strongest. However, it's evident that this type of ecosystem won't be able to sustain life for long.

There are those that pursue the path of magic, wielding immense destructive power that could decimate civilizations with ease,

There are those that relies solely on their body, they push themselves to their very limit. Cultivating their body endlessly, be it through pure training or by body modification using cutting edge technology. They can withstand even the strongest spell mages has to offer,

And evidently, there are many more branches to strength.

However, is the title Strongest worth fighting for?

When the world finally reaches it's limit, would anyone bask in their glory of victories? No. But we were too shortsighted. It's too late to turn back now.

One day

As if strung together with the webs weaved by fate, all powerful fighters had gathered on a plain field, which would soon become a bloodied battlefield.

There was but one reason why they're here. To prove that they are the one befitting of the title Strongest.

Tyrants, Supreme mages, Ascended cultivators, they all fell in the great battle.

At the top of the chain, stood one man. He fought days and nights, just so he could stop the needless battles. He never wanted to be the strongest, but strength is the only way he could resolve the world of it's catastrophes

In the end however, his efforts were futile, he was too slow. Too sloppy. And now only a few hours remain before the planet itself cease to exist from the cosmos.

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"Huh, so this is how it all ends. Damnit." the voice was filled with regrets and dissapointments.It belong to the man who had just slain his greatest challenge thus far.

The corpse that he was sitting on was once considered the strongest being in his planet. Wielding supreme magics and having a body that reached the peak of a living organism. He was the great tyrant that caused many challenges to the daily life of humans.

On top of him, was a man claded with armor of unknown and mysterious properties that he had crafted himself, using various materials he had acquired from the world and the essence of his fallen foes. The entire gear wore a deep hue of crimson red, from his chestplate down to his boots.

However his head gear was missing, most probably lost from the intense battle the man had undergone. It reveals a pretty average looking face, he wasn't handsome or anything, just average. His hair was black and he had a hazelnut coloured eye. The expression the man currently has is one that was devoid of hope.

And the cause of that is the rift that was formed during the battle, resulted by the damage that was inflicted to the planet during the fight.

Soon it will devour every inch of the planet, and no one can stop it.

The man sighed, "Well, there's no point in dwelling in despair. I'd reckon going back to my home is the best way to spend the time I have left."

And so, he stood up and went on his way after taking one final peak at the battlefield. Countless bodies were scattered around, consisting of warriors, mages and mystical beings.

Most battle would have a cause to fight for, an idealistic view they want to spread.

Not this one. Most individuals that now lies on the battlefield fought for their own personal gain. It differs from a war that has 2 clear sides.

There were a few just like the man who had won this skirmish, wanting to protect those they love, willing to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. But the number pales in comparison to those that would only ravage and take.

In the end, all of them had the same goal no matter their driving cause. And that was to kill the great tyrant and stand above everyone else to claim the title Strongest.

Charon

That was the name of the man who now brandish the title Strongest. This, is a story that foretells Charon's future endeavours.