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Tower of Heaven

The Tower of Heaven. An ancient, towering enigma said to grant any wish, unveil any secret, and provide anyone who enters its floors a path to Godhood; it stands as a beacon of both hope and despair. For untold centuries, its immense power has drawn countless seekers, yet none have ever emerged from its depths. This Tower is engraved in the world’s myths as the meeting place of mortals and Gods, a realm where anything was possible. It is a monument to mystery and the pursuit of glory. However, for one man, it represents the last chance for redemption and the key to unraveling his tumultuous past. The Heavenly Emperor, a great ruler from an era long forgotten. was betrayed by those he trusted and died with a heart full of regret and a thirst for vengeance. Only, the end of his life was not the end of his story. Reborn into a new world, he finds himself drawn to the Tower of Heaven, driven by the desire to understand his reincarnation and to reclaim his lost honor. The path ahead is filled with unforeseen twists and hidden depths. Unbeknownst to him, his destiny is interwoven with forces and secrets far beyond his wildest dreams. The advent of the former Heavenly Emperor begins here. And with each step he takes, the Heavens themselves quake in anticipation.

Crocs_is_Dead · Fantasy
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107 Chs

Duel [1]

"Horus…"

It had been some time since the last time Atlas saw the bird-headed genius, but it definitely wasn't a coincidence that they met here.

'After seeing his performance in the trial of wood, I was already certain that he would make it far.'

Compared to someone like Akia, Horus still had more talent. On top of that, Horus knew how to think things through before he did them. This was a trait that was bound to carry him far in life.

Only, something told Atlas that the Horus in front of him was different from the one he traveled with.

"Are you not going to speak?"

He approached slowly. Despite Horus being a familiar face, Atlas still put his guard up. He was not just being careful. No, from the moment he noticed that only he and Horus were in this room, he was expecting a battle.

Horus' behavior only made him more certain.

His face was stern. His eyes did not recognize Atlas as a friend or an associate, but instead as a target.