Journey To Become A True God นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I gasped quietly as the instructor’s voice echoed in the Hall like rolling thunder. “Today, we will read History books on rebellion.” “As House Pyra’s Initiates, you must learn not just how to wield fire, but how to become fire. You are trailblazers. Revolutionaries. Not meant for mortal skirmishes or petty power struggles. The true flame lies in your defiance. No one should ever control you. You are destined to shake the very foundation of the realms. Remember this: you are not who you think you are… not until you ascend, not until you become Apex.”

Elias stepped forward and held the iron pendant out to me. "I am elevating you, Jace," Elias said. "You are no longer a student. You are the Grandmaster of the Iron Bridges. You will build the relay stations. You will train the wolves who do not shift, and the humans who do not break. You will weave the iron into the flesh until the world cannot be torn apart again." I looked at the heavy iron pendant. Fourteen years old. I had started as a terrified pup pressing my hands against cold stone to stop the screaming in my head. Now, the Anchor of the continent was asking me to hold the entire world together.

she said, keeping her eyes on the cloud spell she was brewing. We were five, Guardians of the Sky. Yes, we exist. There are other guardians too, of the sea, the sun,the forest, and under the earth, all led by our supreme guardian, Mother Nature. Once a guardian has lived up to a hundred years, she's allowed to visit the human realm, and that was how I met Eugene. He was the most handsome and well-mannered man I'd ever met. Actually, he was the first man I'd ever met, but I doubt all men are like him.

He's here for me, I know it. Usually, when I know someone is trying to get close to me, I avoid them at all cost. For example, Micah, the Virtue Humility lives upon the Moon also, but we keep our distance. Any time we cross the line between each, something bad happens. "Are you The Moon?" I ask him. It's not a completely absurd question. Many assume there is a mortal like embodiment of his power. Damon laughs. "I wish. No, I'm just a kid who works for him."

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

The voice within him spoke once more, now with a deeper resonance, "You are a lynx. Embrace your true nature. Embrace me. You are no longer alone." With his newfound lynx form, John resumed his journey, feeling a profound connection to the beast. The pain that had gripped his leg was now but a distant memory, and his inner beast served as his obstinate guide through the untamed wilderness. He seemed to be a passenger in his own body, there but not quite, as the enigmatic connection between him and the voice deepened.

"No. Nothing worth having is ever simple or easy. But I think God gives us the will to move mountains-" "If only I had the faith of a mustard seed." He chewed on his lip for just a second before responding. "I think you have the fire and grit to prove everyone wrong." I let out the deepest laugh, and it rattled my entire body. It hurt in the best possible way. But even through the grimace and the pain, I couldn't help but giggle as I talked. "No one has ever used the word grit to describe any part about me. Miranda, yes; me, absolutely not."

“You know, you are the white jade, the snow mountain gave birth to you, and the sun and the moon gave you your soul. Over millions of years, he acquired a soul and life and eventually transformed into this body. When he saw all the changes in mankind, he resolved to become a god to help them. Through thousands of years of training, he had a great change and finally became a god. At that time, he thought that he would have extraordinary strength, not only having a life free of worries and suffering but also being able to change the miserable fate of mankind. But after becoming a powerful god, he knew he was wrong… Human fate is determined by them, god also has no right to change, the only thi

she says joyfully. I take a breath before my mind can spiral out of control. “As much as I want to believe this is some kind of prank, I know you Gods aren’t the joking type, so I’m just going to skip over the disbelief and denial and go straight to the most pertinent question. How exactly does a human become a God? Like, is there paperwork involved? Maybe a notary?” Zarseti becomes visibly uncomfortable and immediately I feel my stomach drop. I don't need a vision to tell me that whatever she’s about to say can’t be good.