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Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Earth has undergone an odd change. Expanding by millions of times its original size, its population was suddenly split into two halves. On one side, there was a group of technologically advanced humans. But, on the other, a world of cultivation had grown and pospered. The secrets that led to this change have been hidden in the darkness for too long... Until there came a day where a boy born on the Mortal side of the world was found to have the talent to enter the Martial side. Having lost both of his parents to a hidden tide, he chose to leave all that he had known behind and enter this land of danger. What truths would he unveil? What would he learn about what separated the Mortals from the Cultivators? What hidden evils wanted to ensure that his people never rose up and gained power? And how would those evils... deal with him? ---- This list of things I hate is quite long. The first is that I hate to be tested the most. The second is that I hate to be tested the most. The third also happens to be that I hate to be tested the most. The ocean's depths are too shallow, the sun's light too dim, the ground too mundane and the skies too small. For those born of this colorless world to deem themselves worthy of casting judgement on me... I can only say that it's laughable. I am the Nameless Immortal God because even the Heavens themselves are unworthy to name me. Even while I am unaware of my own identity, I will dry the oceans until cracked land is all that is left, I will cast the sun into endless darkness, I will shatter the ground with my feet and sunder the skies with my blade. Am I too arrogant? What right do you have to think that? --- https://discord.gg/awespec

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Dyon shook his head. "No, it's very important. Names define us. If your ancestors didn't carry the name Sapientia, and mine didn't carry the name Sacharro, would either of us be in this situation?" 

"Another unimportant truth… What is, is, and what has been is long gone. There's no such thing as what could have been… What could have been simply isn't. Nothing more, nothing less." 

Dyon shook his head once more. "Humans are a constant reflection of their past. To assume it to be meaningless only leads to an uncontrollable cycle, your Fate will never be your own if you think like this. 

"… Also… Humans can be thankful of their past too." Dyon looked deeply into Oshire's eyes. "Even if the choice was presented before me, even knowing what would happen here today, I would never give up the Sacharro name to become a Sapientia." 

Oshire sighed, feeling as though Dyon had made his answer clear.