Chapter 1: Shatter

[You have slain Constellation: Duke of Hell.]

[The Mythmaker is writing the last myth.]

[You have successfully fulfilled the requirements for transcension!]

[You have unlocked ■■■…]

A massive humanoid-like monster collapsed onto the mountain, caving it in. Having its obsidian horns shattered, the entity lets off a final groan as his fiery eyes slowly cooled. Lava oozed from its lifeless body as a figure can be seen lying on it.

With hair as black as darkness and an expression as calm as the ocean, he slowly pulled out the blade.

Inscribed with a myriad of otherworldly runes, the snow-white blade pierced a clean hole through the monstrous figure. 

Suddenly resonating, it spoke to the man in a hurried voice.

<Divine Relic: Blade of the Blind Sovereign is warning you to leave.>

The swordsman laid down on the fallen Constellation as he stared up at the sky of stars. 

He shook his head, "I'm sorry, old friend."

"How long are we going to let these tyrants destroy countless worlds for their amusement?"

Clenching the sword, he continued as his mind sensed several unfathomable presences rapidly approaching.

"It only takes a spark for a fire to start."

Perhaps realizing his intention, his treasured relic went silent.

Then, it shone. With a light brighter than the brightest stars, it erupted with energy. The numerous patterns on its handle disappeared one by one.

Having its restraint removed, it pulsated with otherworldly strength as it transformed itself into a massive spear, towering into the clouds above.

Grasping the enormous weapon, the man seemed unfazed. Wielding the weapon seemed to take a toll on him, as cracks started to form on his body. His eyes glistened with a purple hue as blood dripped down onto the molten earth below.

Hundreds of beings arrived in front of them. 

Constellations.

They arrived in many different forms. Some were monstrous like the Duke of Hell, others were simply miniature wisps. However, there was one thing they all had in common.

Each one capable of destroying countless planets on their own, they were the pinnacle of power. Faced with a horde of them, he didn't hesitate for a split second.

"Are you ready?"

<Divine Relic: Blade of the Blind Sovereign slowly nods.>

With a soul-shattering roar of fervor, he unleashed the spear. The space around them bent with the sheer force of the projectile, hurtling towards the target. It rippled through the air, launching the swordsman back into a wall with the immense recoil. His bones cracked against the impact as he closed his eyes.

The Constellations stared at the incoming attack with a mocking expression.

They were looking down on him. He was a mere human standing up against divine creatures. The beings chuckled as they stared at the attack, laughing to themselves. However, that would be the downfall of the arrogant kings.

'Shatter', the man whispered.

Noticing that something was wrong, the heavenly beings hurriedly erected shields, trying to protect themselves against the attack. However, it was to no avail.

The spear shook… and then exploded.

[A relic has been destroyed.]

He saw countless waves of energy clash around him as his attack mercilessly pierced through the Constellations. The bodies once thought to be invincible were effortlessly shredded apart.

Colorful blood spilled over the ground, turning the collapsed mountain into a work of art.

That was the man's divinity. Shatter.

It had been millennia since he had received it. Unlike the Constellations, he only had a simple ability. 

The power to bypass any form of defense at the expense of something. However, even the sacrifice of his old friend wasn't enough.

[You have slain…]

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His eyes went blind as he lost his sense of sight. He opened his mouth to laugh, but nothing came out.

After what seemed like an eternity, he noticed another presence slowly approach him.

"I guess… it wasn't enough…"

The man coughed out blood, collapsing onto the ground.

[Greater Constellation: Weaver of Fate questions you.]

"What do you wish for?"

A robotic voice descended upon him as his eardrums imploded from the energy.

The Mythmaker let out a small smile. He didn't have much time left.

"I want the power to make my dreams come true."

The Constellation suddenly held up a hand. Radiating an abnormal amount of energy, it spoke in an incomprehensible language. His hand slowly crumbled into dust as he disappeared, leaving the swordsman alone on the shattered battlefield.

Taking a last breath, he reminisced about his life. The good times, the tragedies. Most of all, he thought about what he could've done differently.

'If I had another chance, I would change the world.'

[You do not meet the-]

[Error.]

[You have successfully met the conditions.]

[Activating ■■■…]

On that day, billions of people looked up at the night sky. Slowly, the brightest star that had always resided there from the beginning… was snuffed out. Children cried as the elders recited stories about the past.

Hundreds of years later in a small town, a baby was born. Possessing jet-black hair and eyes, it stared at the doctor.

Unbeknownst to anyone in that room, a translucent shard floated through the window, entering its body.

Suddenly, it began to cry. 

His mother sighed in relief as she cradled him in her arms. Rocking the infant back and forth, she hushed him to sleep as she recited an old tale, passed down to her from generation to generation.

"There was once a man who wrote myths…" the woman began.

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Somewhere on the edge of the Universe, a deep voice rumbled through the void.

"Find his descendants, and eliminate them." 

The figure had a humanoid body covered in a luminescent golden armor. But on his perfect shell, there was a small imperfection unnoticeable to the human eye. 

A spark has formed.

As millions of Constellations moved for the sole purpose of a single creature, the figure entered a comatose state. Mind-boggling amounts of cosmic energy coalesced into the armor as it began a transformation.

After all, what good are kings in the realm of gods?