Primordial God Of Time - Chapter 184: Taking The Treasure... Plotting...

“Is Fate the excuse of the forsaken, is Free Will the delusion of the chosen?”Such was a question that Xavier, the Demon King, never had the chance to ask himself. As he lay defeated, awaiting his death, he wondered about the wretched life he lived.'The hero who killed me, the one who held the same ambitions as me. We both wanted good for the people, for the world. We are both two sides of the same coin, yet, fate decided that he will be the one the light will shine on.Perhaps it was me too, perhaps it was my karma for flowing the rivers of blood with my sword. But still... It was fate that squashed the humanity in me first!Damn fate, if I had one more chance, I would've lived for myself more, I wouldn't have taken this arbitrary role of being a necessary evil... This world, this game of destiny... It can burn to ashes for all I care.'As he sunk into the cold embrace of death, a certain [REDACTED] heard his dying wish with amusement and cast their die, reversing the wheel of time one last time and going all in on him on a risky gamble with the stakes of their world.

“Look at you, you were this teeny-weeny when you were little.”Using both hands, Shao Zifeng gestures how small his pet beast used to be. He then raises his head and looks at the gigantic being in front of him.“Just how did you grow into this ferocious form?”

What would you do if someone—or something—offered you everything you ever dreamed of?Power.wealth. Even a chance to rewrite your fate.In this world, nothing is given freely.Some trade their souls. Others their eyes.Just like the horror stories.But when my moment came…they didn’t want my soul.They didn’t want my eyes.They asked for my face.My name is Ross Mutt, and everything changed with a single phone call—a call that dragged me into a hidden war run by people who control more than governments, more than nations.People who decide who vanishes… and who never existed.I thought I was going to take them down.Until the day I heard that voice.A calm voice.A patient voice.A voice that had been waiting for me long before all of this began.“Rise.”That was my first glimpse—my first warning—that something far greater than my enemies had taken interest in me.And from that moment…my real fight began.

Caelith doesn't want too much in life, a clean home, a happy mother, and maybe a girlfriend. Raised in the Stormont manner, one of the highest ranking noble household in the kingdom, he grew up a bastard, mistreated and abused by the main lineage.At the tender age of sixteen nobles undergo a divine ceremony, receiving the opportunity to be blessed by the gods however he receives Nothing.Caelith struggles in this world but at the end of the day, He is Nobody, and he has Nothing.