ARC:BEGINNING-CH 8

"So what?" Ivar shouted at the voice of god.

"You created me so what? You were not the one who lived my life and experienced those beautiful yet dreadful moments, you were not the one who who lost their father and brother on the same day, you were not the one who watched a vehicle trample their mother, you were not the who....who....witnessed our youngest.....my sister exploded.....You were not the one who experienced those tragedies...the tragedy of loosing their loved ones one by one....." His voice broke to fragments as he choked on his cries. "You were....not the one who felt the agony of those incidents...you were not the one....YOUUUUU....!!!"

Ivar ignored the throbbing pain that seemed to penetrate his heart, like a sharp blade, stabbing his empty heart deeper and deeper. His bloodshot eyes were filled with tears rolling down his cheeks. He had not cried for a very long time, the droplets running down his face stung his skin like hot magma, as if eroding his face. His throat that was once dry with emotions choked on the pain and sorrow that stabbed his heart at the sudden revelation of his family's deaths.

"Why? Why? Why did you use our lives as your stepping stone?" He yelled at the top of his voice, the scream that came from his exploding lungs.

"..." The voice of god was silent. After a long silence she cleared her throat as she spoke. "An...anyway....You are just a fictional character. Although I feel bad for you, I still want you to join your late family members. Go to them. Now that you are gonna die, you will see them again very soon." She was very biased towards her main characters.

"Hahah....ahahha....."

Ivar suddenly let out a hollow laugh.

Did she just say he was a fictional character? Then what was the pain, the sorrow, the agony, and the emptiness he felt during all these years? A fictional character, he may be that, but he had emotions too. And he felt these emotions more deeper and vivid like any other real person. When he smiled happily while being with them, loving them, he felt it deeply and even when he lost them one by one, he felt the pain even deeper. His emotions were real. He was real. He was not just some fictional character.

"Are you in a hurry to kill me because you see me as a threat to your main characters?"

"Yes." The voice replied.

Ivar laughed like a madman once again.

"You could have given me a normal life, a normal background, a life so casual like an insignificant passerby, living like an ant with a small family of ants, but you choose to trample over me and my family.....treating our lives as a road to fame...." He rose his body getting back on his feet.

The red mana energy that was drained by the previous battle glowed slightly before it became dense and thick, getting thicker by each passing second. The crimson thread of magic draped itself around his injured body, healing his internal injuries, the energy rose emitting an insane bloodshot aura.

"I...." Ivar slanted his eyes at the invisble force.

"Am not going to die. Here. I refuse to yield to the destiny designed by a mere selfish, bitch like you!"

The owner of the voice shuddered at his malicious words. "You....you...I am not a selfish bitch. I am the god who created you!"

Ivar narrowed his eyes as he added. "Just you wait! I will destroy the world you hold dear!"

"....!!!?" The god was stupefied hearing his words. She felt her eyes bulging out of its sockets, ready to fall off. It took a second for her to regain her composer. "Ahem....You. You will not be able to escape death. The rules of this world will never let you destroy this world, you a mere cannon fodder do not have the ability to do it." At the end of her sentence her voice fadded away to another space.

Ivar did not reply. He waved his hand and unleashed his mana on the blank space, touching the nook and crane of the Black space. He made a crushing gesture with his fingers.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A small crack appeared in the blank space, a ray of light fell through the gap from the outside. The small crack spread further and further, widening the gap it made. Just as it was about to crack completely open the gap closed, restored to its former state of blackness.

Thud. Thud. The sound of footsteps was heard in the silent space.

Ivar slanted his eyes to the left. There he saw a creature. One that he had never seen before. It had four limbs, a giant pink eye on its head and eyes that had the shape of a clock. The body of the creature had golden threads encircling its entire body with it. A long weapon of golden hammer was in its human shape hands.

"Who are you?" Ivar raised his fingers at him as he asked. He was ready to attack.

"The keeper of this world. I am the rule of this world." The creature replied in a male human's voice. "You have violated the rule of this world, eliminating you is my task. You were destined to die today. And this destiny cannot be changed for the sake of this world."

Ivar looked at the guradian of this world with calm eyes. "You look hideous like a monster for a guardian spirit."

The guardian spirit did not reply nor did Ivar wait for him to do so. Both of them sprinted towards each other getting ready for another battle.

~Whoosh~ The spirit slammed the hammer at Ivar. Ivar dodged it slightly moving to his left. But the momentum of the strike did not stop to the place where it's strike missed. The head of the hammer rotated before it once again slammed towards Ivar's head, aiming for his wounded head that had not heal completely. Ivar jumped then came landing on the hammer. He used his hands to push at its surface, clawing it with his magic, trying to break it into two.

Crack. Crackle. A small crack appeared on its smooth surface. But before Ivar could deepen the damage a sword came slashing at him. He dodged to his left. A golden Arrow floating in mid air came crashing to him from his back. Ivar dodged it slightly, the golden Arrow grazing pass his left cheek as it passed by. Ivar jumped back a few distance away. He stared at the spirit that had the golden threads entangled around its skin loosen. The threads gathered at multiple positions alltogether, all of them forming into the shape of some strange weapons.

"Go." The spirit commanded the rules of this world, the threads. At his command the weapons came rushing towards Ivar.

Clang! Boom! Bathud!

Ivar used multiple shields to stop the attacks of the weapons but his magic shields shattered. The golden thread penetrated his shield from the the surface, as it dug into the barriers it started to eat away the red magic, turning it to golden. Snap! The weapons stopped thrusting forwards as soon as it were about to hit Ivar's vital spots starting from his eyes to the neck to the place on his chest where his heart was. Ivar used trap magic to stop the tips of the golden weapons from penetrating his skin. He knew that at the moment he was at a disadvantage. But he did not care.

"Nirvana, retract." The spirit spoke. All the weapons retreated at his command. "Contract. Redesign. The golden bell." The golden threads accumulated to a single spot. The threads entangled with each other as they merged into one single unit, taking the shape of a large golden bell the size of a giant. "Fall of the rule's chime." At the words of the spirit the bell let out a jingle.

Pang!

Ivar's eyes widened as he felt a cut on his left shoulder. From the corner of his eyes he saw his own blood spatter out from the cut. He frowned, then coated the wound using his magic as a temporary treatment. But before he could register what happened next he heard the giant golden bell ring a couple of times.

Pang! Pang! Pang! Jingle. Jingle.

"Echo of the fallen angels." The spirit commanded.

The bell jingled as if it was dancing on air with the wind.

Slash. Slash. Cut. Cut. Stab.

Ivar coughed blood. This time he was hit by several strokes, and the cuts that were slashed on his flesh ran deep, upto his bones. The golden aura penetrated his body through his injuries. Ivar raised his eyes at the golden bell, while at the same time he had casted destruction magic on his body in order to get rid of the golden threads inside his body.

The golden bell looked so magnificent, as if it was the epitome of god and the sovereignty the god held. And this bell was here to bring death to him.

That bitch! Ivar cursed under his breath. He then narrowed his eyes at the spirit, the guradian looked more like a reaper to him.

He. Will. Not. Die!!! However contrary to this his vision was blurring, his eyes were dimming, losing its liveliness. His body was also falling apart. And so was his mana.

Ivar breathed heavily. Maybe....he thought. Maybe....he was bound to.....

Before he could process this thought, he heard voices speak to him. It spoke from the space just like the god's voice.

"No....you cannot die. Please don't die."

"Survive...my lonely king...SURVIVE!!!"

"I am gonna kill the author if my lord God dies...damn that author."

"You must not die."

"Nooooo... I am willing to sacrifice my life for you...don't...don't. You cannot die."

"If you die, I am gonna kill myself too. Wuwuwu....how can the author be so cruel to this one character."

"That bitch... That's it.! I am dropping the story. This is bullshit."

"LoL! The author is trying to kill him because he is too powerful so she is afraid he might pose a problem to the male lead, who has to be the number one strongest in this world. LoL poor male lead. You are always gonna be a second. My lord God will not die so easily. He is way too oped to be kill just like this....fighting an insignificant demon."

"At this point I hate the author for making him suffer so much. Sigh! But I am not worried. He even has the power to destroy the world if he wants to. I bet you. He is not gonna die. He will survive the ordeal. Ah."

Thousands of voices filled the space. speaking one by one at an extremely clear yet fast pace.

The spirit frowned.

"Damn! Damn that legacy of the readers. They are creating trouble for no reason." He cursed in silence. "Nirvana. Change." At his command the bell changed to the form of a dragon. A golden dragon covered in scales filled the black space, lighting it up with its golden light, like a divine creature it was.

"Purge." The dragon dashed towards its target. It opened its mouth. A giant mass of golden fire formed at the opening of its mouth.

Booommm!!

The ball mass of fire was shoot towards Ivar.

Ivar noticed the change in his body. It was shimmering with a faint reddish brown energy. The aura crept up from his legs to his head and filled his entire body with a beaming brightness of vitality and power. He did not knew who those voices belonged to but they were praying for him. And their prayers had taken the form of mana that was now seeping into his body. His whole body felt light, as if he was floating. The wounds on him were healed in an instant and his magic has recovered to the brim. This feeling made him feel as if he had been bestowed an overwhelming power. He saw the golden dragon breathe fire.

Ivar clenched his hands into a fist. A mass of crimson red and brown aura draped his entire fist. The ball of fire came crashing down towards him closer and closer. Ivar did not flinch as he used his fist to counter the dragon's breathe.

Boom. Boom. Kaboom. Kaboom.

Loud explosions erupted making sounds as if the world was about to end. The guradian spirit jumped on the head of the dragon. They then dove towards their target once more.

Ivar met them head on as he materialised a giant sword made of his magic. He sprinted towards them and thrusted his sword forward, aiming to kill his enemy.

From the outside the air cracked open revealing a dark space underneath it. The crack elongated as the surrounding space broke and shattered like egg shells. Once the space crumbled like sands the small particles dissipated into the thin air. A pair of legs landed on the broken ground. The owner of this legs wore tattered clothes tainted with dried blood. His face was covered with red stains as well. His eyes, red red eyes slanted at his surrounding, his empty eyes shining with a sharp glint to destroy.

Ivar then noticed a book pop up on his side. He took it and once his eyes landed on its cover his eyes narrowed. He recognised the people on the cover. There was a beautiful girl being held by twelve princes, all dressed in royal clothings. Fiona and the twelve princes of the empires.....it were them. And the title read: White Lotus Of The 12 Moons.

Ivar turned the pages and began reading.

One hot hot summer when the sun was shining brightly upon the small village at the outskirts of the Lotus empire where the birds were chirping happily and the clouds had gone for a vacation, near a lotus pond, in a small house the cry of a new born baby was heard.

"uwa...uwa...." The moment her voice, sweet and charming echoed, the flower buds at the pond near the house bloomed beautifully like it had found a divine light shinning upon it. The birds on the trees flew down and landed next to the baby and her mother. They chirped as they looked at the baby with love eyes.

"You are loved dearly." Her mother spoke. "Your name will be Fiona. And the whole world will love and adore you no matter what. My child, you are bound to have the world under your feet." She kissed her small forehead.

The baby, named Fiona looked at her mother and smiled. At her smile, even the sun became red with blush as it hid itself behind a tall tree.

The lovely baby, like her mother's words, grew up being loved by all the people in the village. Even her biological father, a cold blooded noble, who upon knowing of her existence and visited her fell in love with her. So when her mother died she was taken into the wings of her father. She was an illegitimate child but she was loved and adored by her entire household as if she was their angel. And as she grew up her astounding beauty as well as her kind hearted nature attracted the attention of many, all of them ended up falling for her charms.

Even the 12 princes of the empires were no exceptions. They fell head over heels for her when she entered the mage guild academy of AKHART. Even the cold blooded lonely king of the academy, the once in a million years genius was not able to resist Fiona's charm, falling so deeply for her kind, selfless and generous nature.

Ivar's eyes narrowed. The cold blooded lonely king of the academy, the once in a million years genious was not able to resist Fiona's charms? What a joke!!! So this was supposed to be him according to the original script?

Really what a joke!!