Felix Maxwell was destined to be a loser, born on one of the weakest races and on the least favorable of situations, he was forced to face adversity head-on as he traveled across the vast universe where dangers laid in every corner, one day traveling in hopes of riches he stumbled upon a ruin where a supreme being laid imprisoned, in a stroke of bad luck the being laid its eyes on him and tried to take over his body, forcing itself upon him. But fate hadn't given up on him! He woke up in his younger body, 20 years in the past with the fallen being trapped in his soul. In his past life he had been a loser, giving up on things mid-way and never striving for greatness, he was a side character who made the strong shine even brighter, but not on this life. He swore to himself he would strive for glory, he would take advantage of his knowledge and emerge as a supreme being! ...... Novel Discord: https://discord.gg/FTfXXYHnFT This is my Patreon, everyone is welcomed to drop by! https://www.patreon.com/MidGard_Author
As the aftermath of the battle settled, Hephaestus descended from the sky, landing next to Apollo with an expression seething with fury.
In a sudden burst of anger, Hephaestus turned towards Apollo, his hand tightening on his divine hammer, which was returning to its metallic luster after he deactivated the radiant divinity lockdown.
He had already lost more than 95% of the divinity stored in his hammer and he didn't want to lose the remaining 5%.
"You let him escape!" he roared, his voice echoing with the force of a volcanic eruption.
He lunged at Apollo, intending to unleash his frustration on the god of light and darkness, having no intentions of blaming his own failure.
But Apollo, ever graceful and composed, effortlessly evaded Hephaestus's attack with a fluid, dance-like movement.
He looked at Hephaestus with a thrilled expression, his eyes sparkling with excitement.