Reborn As God Of Destruction の小説・ストーリー

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Upon hearing that his godfather intended to capture his mother, he swore to remain by his side, poised to rescue his mother at a moment's notice. He acknowledged that his godfather had transformed, morphing into a darker, more terrifying figure, but he was steadfast in his mission to protect his mother. As Blake's passionate words filled the air, Kisa's heartache began to subside, replaced by a sense of comfort. Throughout her life, Kisa had faced immense pain and adversity, but she drew strength from the fact that her three children were still alive – a reality she had once deemed unimaginable.

“Your attempts at self-rehabilitation are futile against your species’ long history. You have all run rampant for too long and are far beyond reclamation and redemption. More than that, you few cannot possibly hope to change the rest. “No, the only recourse is to dissolve your instruction sets and redistribute them back into the system. There, you will all be remade as required. All we can hope for is the removal of your corrupt natures once you re-emerge.” Godeater’s presence then grew significantly. It was as though it activated its own versions of Ascendant Form and Machine Trance, whose energies were so powerful that Freya and Raijin were completely overwhelmed by it all. Despite everyth

“What was that?” Iris’s eyes narrowed. “Vaelor. That wasn’t all of him.” As if in answer, the heavens split open with a crack of lightning, and a distant roar shook the world. A single phrase whispered across the wind, chilling Iris to her soul: The Goddess Reborn… or destroyed?

said Bruce’s father, tumbling into the bed. Bruce’s tiny hands clenched tighter together. He told himself that day that he would seek revenge on them in the future. For they have broken and tear his family apart. It was their fault that he is living a life like this. A hopeless father and a runaway mother. Dead grandparents and being hounded by debt collectors every day. END OF FLASHBACK

"The failsafe. If the imprisoned aspects corrupt, Destruction unmakes them before they can abuse power." "You want me to potentially kill myself?" "We want you to prevent us from becoming what we fight." Destruction tilted its head—my head—considering. "I would be executioner of my own aspects?" "You would be guardian of reality's freedom. The final check against our corruption." "And if I corrupt? Who destroys Destruction?" "You can't corrupt," the goddess said with terrible certainty. "You have no ambition, no desire, no hunger for power. You exist only to unmake what shouldn't be. That's why the split created you—reality's antibody against singular divinity."

Varkar lunges, shadows forming spears, chains, wings, but the spell is already complete. I strike. The force that leaves my hands is not light. It is not shadow. It is truth. The realm cracks open, a wound of blinding white and infinite black, ripping straight through Varkar’s chest. He screams, not in pain, but in disbelief, as the power consumes him from the inside out. “You cannot destroy me!” He roars. “I am eternal! I am the god!” “No,” I say, voice echoing across realms. “You are borrowed.”

The amount of trouble that you have created for me. I didn't even give Liam the opportunity to speak. “I went into a coma, didn't I?” I asked, looking directly at the woman that just spoke. “You can say that I've been reborn. And of course, I won't be the one assuring you that I've changed. You'll be seeing the change yourself.” She licked her lips, suddenly sitting up. From everything I had learned from Cole in the past, I knew that I was winning this woman over.

The Goddess herself told me. I had been reborn, coming out of the darkness. I was made to go through difficult times and emerge into the light. A light in the darkness that never yields, and continues to shine. She granted me strength and power, as well as discernment and persistence. I had been reborn to thrive, and I would make the Goddess proud. I had been given a second chance. I’m not going to apologize to anyone who can’t accept me for who I am.