Athens, Greece – Midnight
Suleiman walked home, his heart heavy with despair. He had neither wealth to secure a home nor the love of a woman to comfort him. Despite working over 14 hours a day, his life remained stagnant.
Orphaned at the age of five, he grew up in an orphanage. However, he never faced much hardship there—his striking looks set him apart. With deep blue eyes, lustrous black hair, and fair, healthy skin, he was undeniably handsome.
Upon reaching his apartment, he turned the key, and the lock groaned like an old woman sighing in exhaustion.
"How much longer will I have to live like this?" he muttered, trudging towards his worn-out couch.
As he closed his eyes, exhaustion overtook him—until a mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
"Humans of planet DA-42Ω, your world will be devoured. You will be transported to the realm of NIVHARA, where bloodshed is the only path to survival. The worthy shall claim power, authority, and women—but only the strong can seize these opportunities."
Suleiman's eyes widened in shock. Was he hallucinating from overwork?
Before he could process what was happening, another voice—this one more human—spoke:
"NIVHARA is a world of supernatural power, a realm beyond your imagination. Vast lands, countless races—you are not the only intelligent species. Be wary of others... and even more so of your own kind. There are two paths ahead: the Path of Adventurers and the Path of Lords. Most of you will be forced onto the Path of Adventurers. But remember, opportunities exist to change your fate."
Suddenly, darkness swallowed his vision.
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When Suleiman opened his eyes, he found himself seated at an enormous table.
Before him stood two figures—one with the head of a falcon, resembling the ancient Egyptian god Horus, and the other a towering, muscular man with long white hair and eyes crackling with lightning.
"Who are you?" Suleiman asked, his voice unsteady.
The muscular man smirked. "You should already know who we are."
Suleiman's mind raced. "Horus... and Zeus—the gods of ancient Egypt and Olympus?"
The falcon-headed god nodded. "Good. We have little time for riddles. You are aware that your father was Egyptian and your mother was Greek. This makes you the purest descendant of both the Pharaohs and the Olympians."
Zeus stepped forward, his voice firm. "The world you are about to enter is far more dangerous than you can imagine. We once held great influence there, along with other divine councils. However, a war forced us to leave, and we were severely injured. Now, something prevents us from returning to NIVHARA."
Suleiman clenched his fists. "What do you want from me?"
"For now, nothing," Horus stated. "We will help you reach the power you need. But remember—you are our only heir. No one else must know the truth."
Zeus smirked. "I hope you grow strong enough to claim what is rightfully yours."
Before Suleiman could respond, beams of divine light surged from Horus and Zeus, engulfing him.
He shut his eyes against the blinding radiance.
When he opened them again, he was in an unfamiliar place.
A voice rang out:
"To view your full status, say: 'My Panel.'"