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BORN OF DOOM Chapter 35: QUESTIONING
"We need to keep fighting" the commander tried to cajole everyone. "just shut up old man, we are tired already" a gifted shouted at the commander . " If you aren't too weak, we would have taken out this unending beast" another gifted stated angrily. “I… I… I’m exhausted,” a boy with explosive abilities muttered, his breath ragged and his limbs trembling. His energy reserves were completely depleted, and his body felt like it was on the verge of collapse. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his legs wobbled beneath him. He’d given everything he had in the fight, detonating bursts of energy to fend off the unending creatures, but now there was nothing left. His powers had drained him dry. The settlement around him was chaotic, filled with the sounds of roars and clashing forces. But the boy couldn’t focus on any of it anymore—his mind was clouded with fatigue. He stumbled backward, his vision beginning to blur. He knew he was vulnerable, too tired to defend himself, and that re
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 36: MEETING THE 12 ECHELONS
In a quiet area near the cafeteria, a lone figure sat comfortably, his legs propped up on a second chair. His head rested gently against the wall, eyes shut, and his breathing was so slow and calm that it seemed as though he wasn’t breathing at all. The stillness around him exuded a sense of peace, as if he had retreated from the noise and movement of the world around him. Not far off, another figure—a woman—was approaching, her steps tentative and unsure. Uncertainty was clear in her expression, her brows slightly furrowed as she glanced toward the relaxed man. She hesitated, as if questioning whether this was truly the person she had been searching for. From where she stood, his face wasn’t entirely visible, and his unbothered posture did little to confirm her suspicions. Each step she took was careful, as though she wasn’t entirely sure whether to close the gap or turn back. Her thoughts seemed to wrestle with doubt, wondering if she had found the right person or if this was si
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 37: ENRAGE
Vondrel walked past those that were arguing near the cafeteria, he went to sit on the chair as if nothing concerns him. Everyone's eyes turned to him. "Oh you're back, and I see your precious chairs are okay, well....the chairs actually did me something bad and since i couldn't punish it, i guess I can punish the owner instead" Brook said while staring down at Vondrel who ignored him. "Didn't he hear me, is he deaf?" Brook asked Dason "I don't know, and if I'm right, isn't this guy the dude who got the spot light during the expenditure? " Dason questioned back "He surely his, but that's not what I'm asking you, his he deaf?" Brook asked with anger. "Hey man, I don't know, why don't we find out" Dason responded. The duo moved forward to get close to Vondrel. "Didn't you hear what i said ugh?" Brook asked but received no response from Vondrel who already closed his eyes, busy thinking about his meeting with the echelons. "Very well then, i can possibly go ahead " Brook rai
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 38: ACTIVATING RULER'S INHERITANCE
Vondrel stepped into the dimly lit infirmary, the soft hum of medical equipment filling the room. His eyes immediately landed on Sam, lying still on the bed, a thin tube connected to a syringe, slowly dripping fluids into his arm. The sight of his friend so pale and unmoving sent a wave of unease through him. Vondrel scanned the room, noticing the others—James, Noah, and Timmy—standing nearby, their expressions heavy with concern. James leaned against the wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched. Noah sat in a chair beside Sam’s bed, his head bowed, lost in thought. Timmy paced nervously near the window, occasionally casting anxious glances at Sam, his brow furrowed in worry. They had all been waiting, watching, hoping for some sign that Sam was going to pull through. Vondrel took a deep breath, calming himself. Being a Rarebrid had its advantages—heightened senses being one of them. He focused for a moment, tuning out the soft chatter of the infirmary and the d
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 39: HORNET
"Don't rush into this decision; take your time to think it through," Vondrel said calmly, though a certain firmness lined his words. "We accept," they all said in unison, their voices steady and resolved. Vondrel smiled faintly. "Alright, then. Let's begin." Without hesitation, he activated the ruler inheritance. --- (Accept or Decline) --- (Now that you have all chosen to follow the path, to stand beside the ruler in his quest for universal domination, the followers must undergo evolution.) --- (The evolution process will begin in 3... 2... 1... Brace yourselves—don't let go.) A brilliant purple formation flared up beneath them, quickly surrounding the six of them in a vivid circle. Waves of foreign energy pulsed out from the formation, seeping into the environment around them, causing everything the energy touched to evolve. The ground beneath their feet seemed to hum with newfound vitality. The air thickened with power. Vondrel felt the initial soothing sensatio
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 40: WONDED
“What do you think they were doing, Miss?” Lori asked, glancing back at the dome. Miss Abbie paused briefly, her eyes narrowing in thought. “I trust you know that whatever you saw here should not be spoken about outside. And… did either of you understand the meaning of those markings? The ones on that dome formation?” Lori blinked, confused. “Markings? I don’t remember seeing anything like that.” Miss Abbie stopped walking and turned around to face her, surprise flickering across her usually calm features. “You don’t remember the writing on the dome?” Stelio, who had been quietly listening, shook his head as well. “It’s rare to see you surprised, Miss Abbie. So, you must know what you're talking about. But honestly, I can’t recall seeing anything like that either.” Lori nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I don’t remember anything unusual about the dome except for the bright light.” Miss Abbie's expression turned unreadable. “Neither of you remembers?” They both shook their head
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 41: ANCESTRAL GROUND
The air seemed to ripple as space warped in small waves across the sky. Miss Abbie was moving at incredible speed, her aura cutting a path through clouds that split and rejoined in her wake. She held Vondrel securely by her side, creating a protective barrier around him to keep him from feeling the dizzying effects of her momentum. Still, his vision blurred, his senses struggling to keep up with her swift pace. At last, they arrived in a remote wasteland, veiled in an otherworldly stillness. Without warning, Miss Abbie moved seamlessly into a hidden boundary, and they vanished from sight. Moments later, her voice broke the silence. "Here we are." Vondrel looked up, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. The entire area pulsed with an overwhelming aura, thick with dense energy that seemed almost tangible, swirling in surreal patterns around them. It was as though the air itself had taken on a form, undulating with faint, ghostly luminescence that defied any logic. Th
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 42: ALONE
In a grand hall with golden walls and tapestries bearing the insignias of various noble houses, a meeting of immense importance was about to begin. The Lords of all prominent noble houses were gathered, their faces set in serious expressions. At the head of the table sat the human king, his regal presence commanding respect. The tension in the air was palpable; each lord present knew that the news to be shared today was nothing trivial. "Let’s begin the meeting," the king announced with a firm tone, casting his gaze across the table. "Lucas, proceed with the report," he instructed. Lucas, one of the most respected figures in the room and the father of Abbie, stepped forward. He was known not only for his wisdom but also for his strategic prowess, traits he passed on to his daughter, a warrior of unparalleled skill. "Planet Kanad has been saved," Lucas began, his voice steady but with a hint of weariness, "though it wasn’t left in good shape." The room fell silent, everyone lis
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Chapter 81: THE GUARDIAN OF THE ARTIFACT
The path to the artifact led Sam into a narrow, wind-carved gorge, the walls on either side rising high above him. The air here was eerily still, a stark contrast to the chaotic winds that had plagued him earlier. Sam could feel the tension in the air, a quiet forewarning of the challenge to come. He paused, scanning the environment for any signs of danger. Suddenly, the stillness broke. A sharp gust of wind brushed past his ear, too precise to be natural. Sam spun around, his eyes narrowing as he tried to pinpoint the source. The wind shifted again, this time from behind. He turned just in time to see a faint ripple in the air, a distortion that seemed to shimmer and move. Before he could react, a powerful force slammed into him, knocking him off his feet. Sam hit the ground hard, the breath rushing out of his lungs. He scrambled to his feet, realizing that he was under attack. But from what? The attackers were invisible, their presence only revealed by the disturbances they create
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Chapter 80: THE SHIFTING CURRENT
After clearing the trial, he then proceeds to the next trial. The path ahead of Sam was more daunting than anything he had faced so far. The canyon floor here was a perilous landscape riddled with deep chasms, with only narrow stone bridges connecting the fragmented sections of land. Each bridge seemed more treacherous than the last, and above them, the air currents shifted with unpredictable ferocity, sending powerful gusts that threatened to throw him off balance at any moment. Sam stood at the edge of the first bridge, taking in the chaotic scene. The wind howled around him, tugging at his clothes and hair, as if it had a mind of its own. The narrowness of the stone path and the depth of the chasms below made every step feel like a gamble with gravity. He took a deep breath, extending his hand in an attempt to control the wind, channeling his energy to stabilize the chaotic currents. But the wind here was wild and untamed, resisting his efforts to tame it. It surged and twisted u
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Chapter 79: SAM'S MISSION
As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows over the jagged cliffs of the Whispering Canyon, Sam stood at its entrance, his eyes scanning the vast expanse ahead. His guide, a wiry man with an almost spectral presence, smirked as they approached. "You’re already hearing the whispers, aren’t you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper itself, as if he feared the canyon could hear him. Sam frowned, the faint murmurs at the edge of his hearing growing louder with each step. It was as if the canyon itself was alive, its winds carrying the echoes of ancient voices. “The voices will try to break you,” the guide continued, his smirk fading into a serious expression. “They’ll show you what you fear most, what you desire most. If you can’t overcome that, you’ll become one of them.” He paused, his eyes narrowing. “This is where I leave you.” Before Sam could respond, the guide vanished, leaving him alone at the canyon’s mouth. The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the e
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CHAPTER 78: BREAKTHROUGH
As Noah pressed on, the oppressive heat of the volcanic terrain began to shift. The air grew cooler, and a sharp, cutting wind howled through the landscape. The ground beneath him was now a mix of hardened lava and jagged stone, and his fire magic felt sluggish, the gusts sapping the energy from his flames. "Perfect," Noah muttered, wrapping his arms around himself against the biting wind. He pressed forward cautiously, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger. It wasn’t long before the sky above darkened, and the shrill cries of creatures pierced the air. Four massive sparrows, each the size of a small house, descended from the turbulent sky. Their feathers shimmered like polished obsidian, and their beaks glowed faintly with fiery embers. The sparrows circled him like vultures, their keen eyes locking onto him as they dove in turns. Noah barely managed to dodge the first strike, the force of the bird's claws gouging deep trenches into the ground. He retaliated with a blast o
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Chapter 77: THE SHIFTING INFERNO
The Shifting Inferno Noah’s boots crunched against the rocky terrain as he stepped into the ominous expanse of The Shifting Inferno. The air was heavy with ash and heat, the sky an eerie crimson streaked with black clouds. The ground beneath him radiated warmth, a forewarning of the volatile nature of the terrain. A faint rumble echoed through the ground, a precursor of what lay ahead. "This place feels alive," Noah muttered under his breath, his voice laced with unease. Despite his nerves, his determination remained steadfast. He clenched his fists, the faint warmth of his own fire sparking in his palms. The landscape before him was ever-changing. Magma Rivers snaked unpredictably across the ground, forming natural obstacles. Occasionally, the land would tremble violently, splitting apart to reveal glowing fissures that belched smoke and flames. Noah quickly realized that standing still was not an option. As he moved forward, he began to map the patterns in the shifting terra
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Chapter 76: ASSIGNING MISSIONS
In a dimly lit room, four figures stood at attention, their postures tense and their gazes fixed on the dominatingly beautiful woman seated before them. She radiated an aura of authority, her piercing eyes scanning each of them in turn. Her voice, calm yet commanding, broke the silence. “I have a mission for the four of you,” she began, her words deliberate. She paused, her gaze flickering across their uncertain faces. “You will receive no heads-up about the mission. No details. Just know this: the outcome is entirely up to you.” The group exchanged uneasy glances, but none dared speak. “Abbie,” a deep voice interrupted. The speaker was Stelio, with his mechanical arm that gleamed in the dim light. He stood beside her, his expression stern. “Don’t you think you should at least brief them? Give them some kind of hint?” Abbie turned her head slightly, one elegant eyebrow arched. “Anything, Stelio?” “I’m just saying,” he replied evenly, “sending them in blind feels reckless. At
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Chapter 75: PREPARATION
Miss Abbie leaned back in her chair, her sharp gaze fixed on the four young men standing before her. Their account of their mission had been detailed, recounting their encounter with a raccoon-type beast at the Hyper tier and a snail beast at the Sidon tier. The crystals harvested from the creatures now lay on the table, their faint glow casting eerie reflections on the walls of the dimly lit room. “So,” she began, her voice calm but with an edge of coldness, “you claim to have successfully taken down a Sidon-tier beast.” “Yes, ma’am,” one of the young men replied, his voice steady, though a flicker of unease crossed his face. Miss Abbie’s lips pressed into a thin line. Her gaze swept over them, sharp enough to cut through steel. “Impressive. I hope you understand what such accomplishments mean—and what they demand from you moving forward.” Stelio, sitting nearby with his arms crossed, offered a wide grin. “They’ve grown a lot, Abbie. Look at them—young, capable, and now stron
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Chapter 74: COSMOS BAPTISM
The beautiful woman gazed at Vondrel with an enigmatic smile, her delicate hand extended toward him. "Let me have your blades," she said, her voice calm but carrying an undertone of authority. Vondrel hesitated but eventually complied with the woman's request. These twin blades were his most trusted companions, their power familiar yet mysterious. He couldn’t help but feel wary, but the lack of hostility in her aura made him reconsider. Finally, he nodded, summoning the Kyokai into his hands. The moment they appeared, the air grew heavy with their presence, the sharp hum of latent energy filling the space, the blades shimmered faintly, their edges pulsating with an enigmatic light.. He handed the blades over, watching as she grasped them with an almost reverent touch. “These are extraordinary,” she murmured, her delicate fingers brushing the hilts of the twin swords. Her touch seemed to awaken something within the weapons, as subtle ripples of energy coursed along their length. Ho
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Chapter 73: REBIRTH
After narrating the origins of the Gohu race to Vondrel, the woman clasped her slender hands together, her bright smile radiating warmth and confidence. “Now that you know a part of our history, it’s time to make you the perfect ruler of the entire race,” she declared. “I still don’t understand,” Vondrel muttered, his tone a mix of hesitation and doubt. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze gentle yet questioning. “What is it that you don’t understand?” she asked. Vondrel sighed and continued. “If I were to piece this together, it’s clear there are others more suitable than me. Surely, you have candidates within your race who would be better choices.” He turned to face her fully, his tone firmer. “Besides, I’m not even one of you. I come from another race entirely.” Her smile softened, though her gaze remained unwavering. “You’re not wrong. There have been other candidates, and perhaps there are still others more suitable out there,” she admitted. Then, stepping closer to him, he
