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Supreme Ruler: Control Is Greater Than Power!

My life? Many people see me as the most fortunate person existing. Maybe it was due to the power I wield, or what I had in my possession. But I found it hilarious; how I, myself, find my life worthless, every and anything I cared about getting burned in the flames of my ever-flowing energy. I don't mean it literally, more like… a metaphor, I guess. The world always opposed every and anything I stood for. I'm sure if you stood against me you would end up victorious. Anyway, off with my sorrows. To make everything interesting, I'll have to show you a clearer view of the world I live in.  Here it is; the story I so much wanted to share with you… all of you… *** In Archon, the union of a demon and angel was considered sacrilege to all its inhabitants—Apart from this glaring hatred for the union, any offspring from the union would die a miserable death. Stiles, a Nephalem, birthed from the union of a demon and angel had no choice but to face this challenge head-on, his parent's life becoming the payment for his survival. Stiles, filled with anger, tried to end his life but failed with every attempt.  Embarking on a journey to end his miserable life, he came in contact with a fortress that will change his life, turning him from a depressed boy into a Ruler—one that will reign over the land of Archon. ______________ Good day, ladies/gentlemen.  I've not done much writing, but I hope you would check my work out and give feedback. A/N: 100 power stones= 1 chapter. 10 Golden Tickets= 1 chapter. Thanks~ ----------- The cover photo is not mine, so if you are the artist or you know the artist, kindly communicate. Thanks~

Hamzat_11 · Fantasy
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85 Chs

Clean Up.

Stiles stood carefreely on the ship's deck, his palm rested on Marcus' head. Marcus' body was bruised, his clothing not lacking behind.

Alastros lay lifeless on the side, causing Stiles to think critically… 'I didn't land any critical blows to guarantee his sudden death. Anyway, I should focus on this one…'

Deleting those thoughts of doubt as they came from his mind, Stiles observed the face of Marcus—the person he deemed as the strongest on the ship.

He had not killed everyone on the ship, some diving into the Mist Sea while the others losing consciousness.

He had found the different reactions from different individuals amusing, deciding not to trouble them and concentrate on the big fish.

'Should I kill him? No! He should serve as a good source of information. After all, the alliance would not give up after one failed attempt, would they?'