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Dawn Of Destruction

Before you start reading, remember that this is a work of fantasy and any terminology found is an idea thought of by the author. I have no intention of offending anybody with this book, and if I have so far then I wholeheartedly apologize for that. ... It was a game, that is what it was, or at least that is what it was supposed to be. On the last day of the MMORPG LORDS, a day signifying its ultimate end, the high rankers of the game came together to stage an event, a PVP event to once and for all determine who the greatest player is. As one of the high-rankers, Sango as well participated in the game, getting to the last draw with his opponent. That was his last memory of LORDS, of his comrades and the world known to him as Earth. Awakening his eyes, his vision displayed before him a horrendous scene accompanied by a child monster kin, with a statue of himself versed as incarnate of authority. He was told that he had become a God in this new world, a God hated and feared by all for what he represents. The ones who acknowledged themselves as his followers were brutally murdered, and deemed heretics who were against the laws of the nine Gods. The last surviving follower beseeched unto him for might so that revenge can be claimed on those responsible for the massacre of her tribe. This is a story about a God walking down the path of destruction, staying true to his heritage.

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Discomfort

He breathes in slowly before raisi;g his eyebrows up along with his eyes.

With both eyes opened, he saw the bright view around him and like always, the sun that never shy away from its duty.

"You know, you are one hell of a heavy sleeper. You have been asleep for half a day now, and I almost confused you as a dead man".

Sango had his body laid flat on the ground with his head faced above looking at the sky, and his left hand rested on his forehead.

He turned his head over to where the voice came from and gazed at her with a questionable expression.

"What is it to you how I sleep? Remember, you are only here because I need you to get to your leader. What I do or how I do it is no concern of yours. Are we understood".

Sango since his transmigration into this world, has never had the thought that there would be a person capable of riling him up, until he met Zita, the bane to having Sango express his discomfort over her presence.