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Tower of Yggdrasil: From Zero To Godhood

[The first arc is about obtaining the system, so please be patient and give the story a try! I promise it will be worth it.] In a world where gods have erected a worldly monument, the "Tower of Yggdrasil," people are drawn to its impossible challenges. This towering structure pierces the heavens, concealing both unimaginable beasts and priceless treasures within its unforgiving depths. Enter the realm of "Adventurers" – daring souls who ascend the Tower's brutal floors in pursuit of glory. The fortunate ones secure the sponsorship of gods, gaining their Blessings to wield divine power in the face of peril. Yet, amidst this celestial lottery, Bastian, an unfortunate adventurer, remains unblessed, navigating the treacherous terrain with only caution and cunning. As Bastian teeters on the brink of death, a mysterious voice intervenes, offering him a lifeline: [Prometheus System Awakened] Becoming a chosen “Invictus”--a person chosen as the champion of their god, he finds himself in the ranks of legends, having to learn all too quickly to adjust. He must defy the odds, unravel the mysteries of Yggdrasil, and face the trials that await beyond the clouds, making either ally or foe of other Invictus, and the gods that dwell in Yggdrasil.

DelzGB · Fantaisie
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45 Chs

A Promise

"Hey! Don't move so suddenly! Your body is still recovering!" Beowulf yelled worriedly, rushing over as he helped his son balance, "You don't even know who did it! We don't know anything yet! Trust me, I want justice as much as you do! Duncan was my brother!"

For a moment, silence befell the room once again, with the curious members of Sapphire listening from the hallway, perhaps not by choice, though not daring to intrude on the heated conversation. 

As Bastian seemed to have calmed, Beowulf placed his hand on his son's shoulder, attempting to console him, "For now, you need to rest. I wasn't planning on telling you about this until after you recovered. It would have been better to avoid this stress–" 

Bastian pushed his father's supporting hold away, catching himself as he leaned against the window sill with tears still flowing, "I know who did it! I know…!"