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You Forced My Hand, Mortal
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2025-12-02 01:56:16
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The brother’s eyes flared with a golden, eerie radiance, so bright it seemed to hollow out his expression, leaving only wrath made visible. His voice rumbled through the fractured air, cold and divine.“You forced my hand, mortal… this next strike will be your end.”He stretched out his palm. Light gathered—first a spark, then a stream, then an overwhelming torrent. In a blink, a broad sword materialised in his grip, forged from blinding white and molten gold. Golden edges shimmered like heated metal meeting sunlight, while the white blade pulsed with interwoven golden runes that looked alive, crawling beneath the surface like veins. The hilt was short—not built for leverage, but for gods whose very grip carried the strength of storms. The pommel bore a pair of etched wings, glowing faintly.His sister giggled—no, laughed—her childlike innocence shattering into something wicked and cruel.“Hahaha! Mortal, now you’ll die a gruesome death. Not even your god can save you.”Quintan didn’t
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Inside the Sedgegan Mountain Research Complex, Harrison had just begun to issue evacuation orders when he saw the siblings turn fully toward the observation glass. Their expressions were serene, almost curious, but the air around them thickened with divine menace.The brother took a step forward, and the space beneath his foot compressed into a hardened layer of golden light, forming an elegant stepping stone in midair. Another step followed, then another—each creating luminous footholds as he ascended toward the reinforced observation barrier. His sister floated beside him effortlessly, her movements too graceful to belong to anything mortal. She drifted upward like a celestial wisp, golden hair cascading behind her like a trail of liquid starlight.Inside the lab, panic rippled from one researcher to another. Harrison snapped his head around and barked, “Everyone evacuate—NOW!”For a moment, no one moved.Then the command settled into their bones, and the entire chamber erupted into
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Far from the storm-lashed Reely Islands, where Danial was busy being “trained” through borderline electrocution, something far more ancient stirred in the depths of Somerland.Deep inside the Sedgegan Mountain Research Complex, the central monitoring chamber buzzed with tension. Massive screens lined the walls, each displaying waves of unfamiliar energy patterns, fluctuations in spatial distortion, and feeds from the high-definition cameras pointed at the Celestial Stargate.Inside the ninth-level research centre, Dr Harrison Light stood before the main terminal, hands behind his back. He was a man in his early fifties, but age had not dulled him in the slightest. His shoulders were broad, his posture straight, and despite the crisis, his movements were sharp and precise. His hair was silvered at the temples but thick and combed back neatly. His eyes — deep, penetrating, dark — carried the pressure of a man who had seen too much and still stared down the unknown with cold logic.Besi
Cultivation with a System in the Modern World You’ll Thank Me When You Can Dodge Heaven’s Judgment
The tournament grounds were still thick with tension. Even though the arena had been swiftly reconstructed using temporary stabilising arrays, the atmosphere had yet to recover from what had transpired. The lightning had struck with divine fury — not a natural strike, but something that seemed to defy logic.Fortunately, the Gods of War were prepared for destruction on all scales. They protected the citizens and minimised collateral damage. Still, several runes were fried beyond recognition, and parts of the viewing stands had collapsed from the shockwave. The organisers scrambled, reforging the stage with emergency sigils — glowing patterns of golden and azure energy lacing the new tiles.When the broadcast resumed, millions tuned in, waiting to see the aftermath.But what they saw… was nothing.There was no body, no figure, not even a single trace of Danial. Only a vast crater, surrounded by the faint crackle of residual lightning — the very ground scorched into a deep pit of molte
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The air in the arena was still charged with divine remnants, faint lightning crackles snaking through the cracked marble like stubborn spirits refusing to leave. After Raiden disappeared in a flash of thunder, silence fell once more. Elysia exhaled slowly, brushing the dust from her robe before turning toward the remaining Gods of War and the senior officials overseeing the tournament. The audience had already been evacuated, but the tension lingered like a heavy fog. “Let’s discuss the matter of the tournament,” Elysia said flatly, her tone all business now. What followed was a long, tiresome discussion between the Grand Council members, sect representatives, and divine envoys. Each had their opinions—some were impressed by Danial’s feat, others terrified, and a few simply wanted the tournament to continue. Finally, after an hour of arguments and paperwork thicker than spiritual energy scrolls, Elysia made the announcement. “The tournament will continue,” she declared, her calm v
