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Serpent’s Wrath: The Age of Chaos

Oliver and the rest of his classmates were chosen by the system and thrust into a chaotic world where everyone would transform into nascent gods. Alongside countless indigenous deities of this primal realm, they would fight, kill, and grow. This was the dawn of the universe, the birthplace of all myths, an era before the creator god Aether had even begun to mold the world. The sky, the sea, the land, ordinary life? None of it existed yet. Zeus, Odin, Eve—all the gods you’ve ever heard of—were still infants, or not even born. But this place was far from safe. Aether’s act of creation, the twilight of the gods, the war between Titans and dragons—these cataclysms would claim the lives of ninety-nine percent of all deities. Oliver and his peers had no intention of being part of that doomed majority. To survive, they had to become stronger! While the other students received starting items graded merely A or B, Oliver—thanks to a glitch in the system—obtained an SSS-tier artifact: The Book of the Chaos Era! With it, he would devour everything, ascend to unimaginable heights, and forge his own destiny. His legend would begin with countless transformations, yet through them all, his presence would remain unshakable. Some would come to call him the world-creating serpent—his eyes opening to summon day, closing to usher in night. At the end of the world, those who glimpsed him would revere him as the serpent that encircles the universe—Jörmungandr. From the depths of hell, others would gaze upon him and name him Satan. He was the spark that ignited the Golden Dynasty, a terror to mortals and gods alike, a herald of chaos, and the harbinger of eternity.
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The Beginning Of The End

To the quiet despairs, the forgotten corners, the shadows that whisper secrets in the dead of night. To the nameless anxieties that burrow deep within the human heart, gnawing at the edges of sanity. This book is dedicated to the muted background hum of existence, the slow, insidious erosion of hope, and the persistent vibration of unease that resonates in the spaces between the stars. To the forgotten gods, the careless creators, and the indifferent universe that watches our struggles with cold, cosmic detachment. This is for the crumbling alleyways, the faded murals, and the abandoned buildings that echo with the silent stories of forgotten lives, lives as fleeting and fragile as the whispers carried on the wind. To those who wander the desolate landscapes of their own minds, grappling with existential questions that yield no easy answers. To those who find solace in the bleak pronouncements of nihilism and absurdism, who embrace the brutal honesty of the darkness, and who find a strange kind of peace in the face of utter meaninglessness. This book is for you. For those who carry the weight of unspoken burdens, the invisible wounds of loneliness, the ghosts of past disappointments that linger like shadows in the periphery of vision. For those who seek a connection, a purpose, a reason to rise each morning despite the gnawing emptiness that threatens to consume them. This is also a dedication to the unsettling silence of empty streets, the flickering streetlights that cast long, distorted shadows, the dissonant sounds that emanate from the unseen corners of reality. It's for the creeping sensation of being watched, of an unseen presence lurking just beyond the reach of perception. For those who feel the subtle distortions in the fabric of reality, the subtle anomalies that hint at something far stranger, far more terrifying, than the mundane reality they inhabit. To the city itself, a cold, uncaring beast, yet also a testament to human ambition and resilience, a canvas on which our hopes and dreams are painted, only to be washed away by the relentless tide of time. To the ordinary lives lived amidst the extraordinary, to the single grains of sand lost in the vast, unforgiving machine of existence. This is for the cosmic horror that seeps into the cracks of our everyday world, and the subtle echoes of the Genesis Event that resonate in the quietest moments. And finally, to the uncaring vastness of the cosmos, to the indifferent gods who created a universe both beautiful and terrifying, this is for the ultimate struggle between order and chaos, between light and darkness, and the journey of a single, insignificant man caught in the middle of it all..
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