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Ascension of the Nephilim

Kyros Steele was the strongest warrior in the Omega Kingdom. But when the Great War of All began, this kingdom fell. Kyros was captured. Destined to become a slave through necromancy, Kyros could only curse at his led bitter life. But on his final moments, he meets an eccentric Old Man who claimed to be the God of Time. Much like Kyros, this Old Man was fated for suffering and defeat. Because the God of Time could not be killed, the Great Gods conspired to curse him and make him human first. And so the God of Time escaped but was now human. Even if he used his powerful magic to send his consciousness back in time, he would still be defeated, for his soul was no longer a god but a man. Helpless as his time-traveling rebirth would easily fail, the God of Time offers and asks for Kyros's help. He would send Kyros back along with his own consciousness back in time. This would hide the God of Time from his enemies and give Kyros the chance to fulfill his revenge. Just when the two were about to time travel, a shocking mystery caused the God of Time to marvel in awe. Kyros was not a human but had the bloodline of the most accursed and dangerous race of all. Kyros is the legendary Nephilim. And so begins the Ascension of the Nephilim.

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Becoming the King of Present Middle

The next day, calls to awaken the sober and the drunk occurred.

These calls were initiated by Kyros and Branze. When they woke up, the Steele family and Kyros felt a strange sensation.

Later, Calaminus clarified what it was.

"Time will once again stop in this world. Too bad. Fate is not even giving us an opportunity to use our Time Accelerating Training." Calaminus sighed.

"It's not just her. It's Destiny. We are in a place where Fate and Destiny, Beginning and End, meets. And they do their battles here. now that the battle is over, the power that keeps us here will vanish." Kyros knew that this meant that it was time for them to return to their world.

And so, everyone was ordered to rise, and no more celebration was held. Instead, everyone went on a weary march as the wounded grimaced and hungover went on their nauseous journey.