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CrimsonWhite

"If my purpose is to be a war weapon, I'll gladly be so. Why do you bother teaching me about humanity?" A lost child brought upon this world by the greed of humankind. "What am I exactly made out of? Humans arrogantly claim that they created an artificial human like me inside a lab, but... They aren't capable of creating me. Their technology can't create true life." Was it purely by human effort that a miracle like him was possible? "So the multiverse really does exist... I can satisfy my hunger for knowledge, and the mysteries behind my existence might finally be solved..." Is he really ready to bear the weight he is destined to bear? "These damn humans, they just want to use me for war! They don't care about me, they don't even see me as a human! For them, I am just a tool to be used and disposed of on their whims!" What happens when something which isn't supposed to exist, does? What will happen to the esoteric strings of fate when a being outside of its chains roams free? And what happens if this supposed being possesses talents and abilities considered impossible by the world itself? It's just Chaos. Discord- https://discord.gg/pKBGPEVt

Audatic · Fantasy
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90 Chs

Fate Events

"Welcome, Fate Archon."

In an unknown realm with the backdrop of the cosmos, there was a round table with a few chairs around it, and in each chair, there was a shadowy silhouette sitting, with their appearances hidden.

This was a meeting which even many gods were not privy to. It was a secret council composed of beings that held great power and knew some forbidden language. Aster, being an Archon of something as enigmatic as fate, was naturally a part of this.

"I'm back, I have told those two about the divine realm undercurrents, and they have agreed to go to the cultivation world to increase their power."

"Just as expected, I guess. Still, all this happened way earlier than when it should've happened. It should not have been this quick..." A cloaked figure spoke, and Aster looked at him with an exhausted expression.