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A rubbled land full of crimson rocks quenched its cracked corners with liquids flowing in silver colour. On top of those liquids were bones and silver flesh particles which seemed to be turning into dust.
At the centre of such chaos, there stood a man in white pants, black boots and a dark brown cloak with a hoodie.
---whoosh---
The overflowing winds kept his cloak flapping up and down, henceforth exposing his shirtless top full of ripped muscles under brown skin.
---fwoosh---
Above an anchor beard and below some spiky hair strands combed sideways, his vision bloomed dark and light where the left eye fluctuated black around a white pupil while the right eye resonated white around a black pupil. Overall, he was an African.
Whilst gazing upwards at the crimson sky, he stated, "This bad feeling since the past two weeks… is it finally happening?!", and remembered a dream he had two weeks ago, 'I saw a human with long earrings and a brown hooded coat walking straight at me. Then the first thing he did was punch me right on my nose. Later, I dreamt of multiple scenarios where all of them showed one thing in common… My defeat.
Ever since I became a grand law, no one succeeded in taking me down other than my master. Does that mean someone as strong as my master would come here? Just to fight me?!'
Amid his thoughts, a domineering voice appeared, ""You've completed this world's quest, master!"", which made him flinch. He looked behind. A huge lion's head made up of clouds within the skies came to the scene. It was looking down upon the entire vicinity.
He warned, ""YOU IMMATURE OLDCAT, I REMEMBER TELLING YOU TO UNDO YOUR 'ULTIMATE SUPREMACY'. ARE YOU DEAF?!""
---fwoooossh---
The clouds within the sky split in different directions. From the middle, a tiny kitten with the head of a lion came flying downwards, later landing on the guy's right shoulder. The man asked, "Grenard, you are getting out of control lately. Should I start being strict?!"
The tiny lion apologized, "I'm sorry for my rudeness, master. But you keep spacing out all the time whenever work is done. I think it started ten days ago!"
Brown man looked here and there, walking forward.
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When night arrived, he rested in a wooden room. The bed he rested on was stationed beside a window, making a moonlit night under a crimson sky visible to his eyes. His pet slept under his right arm. Amid gazing upon the sky, he closed his eyes. The room was situated inside a sky-crossing tree, above the clouds.
---whoosh---
The tree had purple leaves grown on its top. The entire view blossomed with them. In slumber, the african's past ran amok in his dreams.
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| My name is Krisillis, born in a group of tribes that lived under caves. Unlike ordinary humans, I developed the ability to think just at the age of six months. Thanks to that, I learnt to walk and play with people who were older than me. That was all I knew about myself until I was two years of age.
And the next thing I knew… was the chaos that followed. My entire tribe getting wiped out by gun sounds. Making me an orphan.
And then the group of naxalites that killed them held off their guns and took away all the babies, including me.
Slaving under those killers until the age of five made me a bloodthirsty person, craving for revenge.
Before I knew it, I grew two more years older until I was strong enough to kill a pack of hyenas all alone. The hunting tactics and fighting techniques which I developed by observing wild animals and human elders gave me an upper hand when fighting against an enemy naxalite from the other side.
My way of fighting, resembling a monkey with two knives, made the elders call me 'Tiny Devil'. While staying under their wing, I secretly constructed traps to kill them all in one go. When I reached eight, I was sent out of the zone for a mission. Thanks to that opportunity, I blew away the whole village of those naxalites irrelevant of whether the people in there were crappy burglars or innocent people.
By disguising myself, I entered the territories of other naxalites communities, thereby bombarding them with the same method. However, that didn't go on for long until I was caught by a group of men wearing light and green clothes fully loaded with weapons. Their stares weren't as cold as the others. Then I got to know they weren't naxalites but soldiers.
That was also when I got to know about things like 'Military' and 'Terrorism'.
Shockingly, I was known across the whole region for my notorious record. It was labelled highly confidential since most people wouldn't believe it. I was sent to a juvenile school and taught all the necessities until I completed my studies and returned to the same zone as a fellow soldier.
Due to that, my 'Tiny Devil' no longer existed. It only changed to something different… 'Death Advent'.
Eventually, I took part in the Second World War and went to Libya. But in the end, I died, killed by my fake brethren who was a spy.
Though I wasn't a virgin, I died an orphan. What a miserable death? Thought I would never have a chance to experience the riches of common people like going out, eating together and laughing non-stop with a family…
The next thing I saw were some humans with black eyes and yellow pupils. I saw myself being a ten-year-old kid. I too had the same ghost-like eyes as them. It took some time for me to get used to the laws of the new world. It was also an earth but of a different version. The era that I lived in seemed medieval.
Moreover, the body which I possessed belonged to a miraculous saint who specialized in telling one's fortune. His divine knowledge and my earthly prowess combined into one, henceforth making me a sorcerer at the age of fifteen.
However, other people who didn't like my rise framed me as an alien. Due to that, I turned into an outcast. Yet I never yielded to defeat. I tried to create my own fortune, fought countless wars by myself, found a loved one for the first time, gathered numerous believers, built my own empire and finally achieved my goal of living a peaceful life.
At least that's what I thought. Until I saw my family lying dead overnight. Without thinking who the perpetrators were, I went to other empires and killed their kings and nobles with a crazed state of mind. After that, the people of my own empire began distancing themselves from me. In the end, I died being a loner.
As I thought things were coming to an end, I only shook to no bounds as I found myself being a newborn baby. My eyes stayed black but my pupils turned blue. Not only mine but also the ones who were holding me. Their dressing attire seemed asian from the top and western from the bottom. I only had my earthly prowess and no magic. The third world I was born within was also medieval.
However, the standards there were categorized on one's combat abilities. In other words, it was a world of martial arts. Thanks to the agenda being stated as strength, my 'Death Advent' returned to me. Due to a different mindset, the people aliased me as 'Devilish Avalanche' due to my unstoppable hand strikes. There's no use in boasting since I died after killing a thousand martial artists all alone for poisoning my first-ever parents and second-wife.
I thought it was the end only in vain as I was reborn into a different world. Moreover, I was neither a kid nor a baby but a full-grown man who wasn't a human. Then I got to know through the memories of the body's owner that I was a dark elf. A race of elves with dark skin and white hair specialized in using chaotic magic and martial arts which resemble destruction.
The dark elves were considered the weakest after humans. Species like high elves, werewolves, orcs, wyverns, dragons, etc and most importantly demons were said to be the highest predators of the food chain. In such a world or universe to be more specific, I decided to rise to the top once again.
By combining my first life's combat abilities, second life's sorcery, third life's martial arts and the dark elf's original owner's knowledge, I created my battle prowess with the name 'Universal Chaos'.
With the prowess's help, I surpassed many beings, made a family and became one of the topmost deities in the universe. That fourth life of mine dragged on for ten thousand years until I became the 'Chaos God Krisillis'.
At last, I fought for the top spot against a black dragon snake. Both of us depleted our life force and died.
Instead of thinking of it as the end, I wondered what kind of world I'll be sent to for the next life. To my surprise, I was brought back to my first world, my homeland. But I was again reborn as a tribal.
This time, I didn't want the same tragedy from my first life to happen. I wished for the skies to always keep my tribe safe until I grew up. Fortunately, the tribesmen lived.
One fine night, when I was hunting a wild boar, a thunderbolt struck me from the sky. It started raining all of a sudden. The instant I fell unconscious, I woke up in a garage full of weird-looking gadgets and vehicles. Then there came an asian talking like an african as if he were my father.
Without even realizing it, we got along and he told me about himself, 'Kriassilis, Origin of Aftermath, Death Sovereign and specifically Lord of Afterlife'.
He then explained to me everything about my reincarnation and the Lord of Existence.
With no choice, I accepted his offer and became a grand law. I was sent to this goddamn video game sanctuary and stayed here ever since. I'm not even halfway done. F**king low profile.
But recently, I've been having a dream of someone beating me, the grand law of aftermath to near-death. Although the man's face was rendered dark through his hoodie, I memorized the details of his hairstyle down to every bit. If I were to meet him, I will be on my guard. |
---gasp---
Right at that moment, Krisillis woke up from his bed. His mount Grenard jumped to the corner. The guy started breathing soundly. By looking out of the window, he attempted, ""WHAT'S THIS SUDDEN PRESSURE?!""
Grenard blinked his eyes and stood at the window, "Master, it's coming from the first earth!!"
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Immediately, Krisillis put on a black t-shirt and walked out of the room, "Let's go to check it!!"