Overpowered Rasoul (1)

Six months ago, when Rasoul first awoke in the Dark Forest, he was a stranger to his own identity, unaware of his existence or the reason for his rebirth. Armed with only a highly intelligent system, a deep-seated hatred for the seven great families, and a foreboding warning from an old fortune teller, he found himself adrift in a dark forest. His sense of purpose remained elusive until a resounding boom pierced the air.

Compelled by curiosity, he sprinted towards the source of the sound, and there, he encountered her—the most beautiful lady he had ever laid eyes on. Initially hesitant, he harbored skepticism about approaching her. However, the lady's words, when spoken, melted his heart instantly, dispelling all doubts from his mind.

Introducing herself as Lara Durin Tigerkin, she revealed that she was the last of her bloodline, dedicated to guarding a unique bloodline essence for the one known as The Supreme One.

From her, he learned about his true identity and the destiny that awaited him. The revelation also included the grim news that the lady wouldn't endure for long after sustaining life-threatening wounds from a recent battle. Taking a bold gamble, Rasoul intervened and, against the odds, managed to save her soul, body, and core. In a remarkable turn of events, he successfully revived her.

United by this shared experience, they transitioned from strangers to friends and chose to embark on an adventure together. Through shared battles, strategic planning, and the unveiling of secrets, their bond deepened. Unbeknownst to him, their connection evolved beyond friendship, reaching a point where they became more than friends.

About a month ago, a particular moment sparked something in his heart, but he hesitated to explore the true nature of those feelings.

Their bond continues to strengthen through life-and-death battles, leading Rasoul to make a solemn promise to always protect her. He emphasized his unwavering commitment, assuring her that, no matter what, he would be her shield. Trust blossomed between them, and she relied on him to have her back.

However, lying lifeless on the floor was the same lady he vowed to safeguard, the one he promised to protect unconditionally. Guilt and self-hatred welled up within him. The intense emotion of hatred was not directed outward but rather inward. He despised his perceived weakness and regretted venturing into the unknown, fueled by a vendetta against certain families and their heirs. The pettiness of his motives weighed heavily on his conscience, stirring a profound sense of self-loathing.

The seeds of hatred grew within him, eroding the very core of his identity and clouding his judgment. Losing touch with his true self, Rasoul allowed the all-consuming hatred to guide his actions without restraint. Unaware of the deterioration in his mental state, he failed to recognize the losses he had suffered.

In his delirium, he remained oblivious to the fact that the Saint Beast had already claimed the lives of his three slaves from the Dark Minions Assassin group. Unbeknownst to him, Sabrat, one of his trusted subordinates had chosen to prioritize the well-being of the one Rasoul had unknowingly fallen in love with rather than face the monster in front of him.

Consumed by a singular desire for revenge, Rasoul succumbed to the dark forces within him.

"Hahaha, good. It looks like somebody is angry. Being angry is one thing, and doing something about it is another. So why don't you do something about it instead of standing there and fuming," the Saint Beast taunted as it slowly advanced toward Rasoul, aiming to provoke him further before delivering the final blow. The words seemed to strike a nerve in Rasoul's tormented soul.

"YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME," Rasoul exclaimed, his voice laden with hatred. Continuing, he declared, "You took everything I care about, and now I am going to make you suffer."

As Rasoul uttered those words, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Thunder echoed through the sky, and lightning streaked across the heavens. Without activating any specific ability, Rasoul propelled himself toward the beast with lightning speed.

His sword descended without a defined technique, yet when it collided with the beast's body, it forcefully pushed the creature back several meters. Unleashing a relentless barrage, Rasoul executed slashes, stabs, swings, chops, and clips randomly, each attack driving the beast back further. The beast struggled to counter, as Rasoul's relentless assault left it with little room to make a move. Faced with this relentless onslaught, the beast turned to its only available weapon—its mouth.

"Maybe if you were this strong before, she wouldn't have died. Now that she is dead, why are you even trying? Who are you trying to deceive here? Instead of being with her right now, you choose not to. You decided to choose revenge over her."

The beast's words cut deep, causing Rasoul to momentarily halt, providing the creature an opportunity to break away. Rasoul turned to see Lara's lifeless body on the ground, with Sabrat kneeling beside her. Ashamed, conflicting emotions surged within him, prompting an internal struggle between grief and the call for vengeance.

Driven by an unwavering determination for revenge, Rasoul understood that if he didn't defeat the beast now, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. The beast had taken Lara from him, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to exact his revenge, even if it meant sacrificing his own life in the process.

Unbeknownst to Rasoul, in his fervor, he had subconsciously tapped into just 1 percent of the dormant Voidkin bloodline within his body. This small percentage overwhelmed his body with power but simultaneously began to ravage his meridians, a cost he was unknowingly paying in his pursuit of vengeance.

Glancing back at the charging beast, cosmic energy ablaze around its body, Rasoul stared expressionlessly. Without a word, he infused fire into his swords and charged toward the beast, the clash sending shockwaves in all directions. A flurry of blows ensued for a few minutes before they eventually broke apart.

Refusing to let the beast catch its breath, Rasoul charged again, activating his Thunder Blitz ability this time. Each strike sent a bolt of lightning striking the beast, instantly sapping away its health.

Growing angrier, the beast pushed back harder, but Rasoul, unmoved or uncaring, continued to rain lightning bolts upon it. The battle raged on, a fierce exchange of blows and energy in the quest for retribution.

For thirty minutes, the battle raged on, and Rasoul maintained dominance over the saint beast. Unbeknownst to him, the beast subtly began to grow stronger. Its speed increased, and its defense hardened.

Lost in his relentless assault, Rasoul continued to unleash lightning bolts, relentlessly pushing the beast into a corner. 

Both combatants bore wounds scattered across their bodies. Rasoul's armor began to tear, and cuts adorned his arms and face. Blood, a mixture of the beast's and his own, dripped down his face.

As the fight raged on, Rasoul, immersed in the battle, failed to notice the dangerous changes unfolding within his own body. The cost of his relentless pursuit of revenge was taking its toll on both him and he didn't even realise it.

*******

On the other battlefields, the ground was strewn with the lifeless bodies of both humans and beasts. The Alpha Beasts had ascended to the Great Beast, and the Great Beasts were now advancing to the Saint stage. Nearly all the grandmaster cultivators had perished. Those who survived found themselves backed into a corner, unable to do anything but defend themselves. Within the Sundance team, only the fairies and heirs remained, and they were all besieged by more than 50 formidable Great beasts.

In the Rainy and Porter Team, out of the initial 300 participants who ventured into the third level, only 30 persevered, and their situation wasn't any better. Regret was evident on their faces. They had entered the tomb driven by greed, resorting even to the unjust killing of an innocent boy for a chance to access its secrets.

Most of the remaining teams have been nearly obliterated. Some heirs deemed the strongest in their respective teams, even perished as the Alpha Beast ascended to the Great Beast. Hopelessness pervades their ranks as they see no escape from this dire situation. The enigmatic figure had forewarned them that until one person/team completes the trial, none of them will be able to exit the tomb.

Their collective focus has shifted; winning the legacy is no longer the paramount concern. Now, all they desire is for one of them to overcome the trial so that they can escape this forsaken place.

*****

Far away from the world of Venera in a picturesque garden, vibrant flowers sway gracefully in the gentle breeze, filling the air with their sweet fragrance and creating a pleasant atmosphere. Well-maintained paths wind through the garden, and the neatly trimmed grass complements the scene.

Cool fountains and comfortable benches are scattered in various places, while large, ancient trees provide ample shade, making the overall ambiance inviting and cozy. The garden exudes tranquility and beauty, establishing itself as a joyful and peaceful haven.

At the heart of this serene garden, a figure begins to stir, awakening from a seemingly prolonged slumber. As she rises, she settles on a bench. A closer look reveals a lovely young lady adorned with long, flowing blond hair that gleams like sunlight, gracefully cascading down her back. Her demeanor exudes grace, and her bright eyes sparkle with warmth and kindness. A charming smile graces her lips as she gazes into the distance, focusing on someone who peacefully sleeping.

With a gentle movement, she extends her right index finger, emitting a radiant golden light that travels toward the sleeping figure. Smiling, she utters something inaudible before gradually fading away into nothingness.

*****

Back in the tomb, Rasoul and the Saint Beast continued their intense battle for over an hour until a sudden surge of dense aura erupted from the creature. This abrupt change caught Sabrat's attention, prompting him to attempt telepathic communication with Rasoul. However, his efforts proved futile as the connection could not be established. Gazing at the battlefield, all Sabrat witnessed was Rasoul standing nonchalantly, fixated on the creature that had now entered the sage realm.

The wounds on the creature miraculously healed, and its aura intensified. Although its physical appearance underwent slight changes, it maintained its towering stature. A look of satisfaction crossed its face, and it was poised to taunt Rasoul. However, before a single word could escape its lips, Rasoul spoke, "Now that you are whole, shall we begin then?"

Upon hearing these words, a sense of impending doom washed over the sage beast. Rasoul started to move, his movements carried a potent, dense black aura. A formidable lightning and thunder domain manifested instantly, seizing the creature's ability to move.

"GOD OF WAR RAGE

"GOD OF WAR RAGE...Rasoul uttered in a deep voice.