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Rise of The Anti God

He was chased to the very ends of the earth by those he once protected. Betrayed by his friends and the ones he cared about, he lost his wife and unborn child. Ending it all by throwing himself into the abyss, he was reincarnated into a world with Cultivation, where every being seeks to be the strongest. Love or hatred? Which is it that drives him in this new life? Will he ever be able to take revenge on the one who destroyed his previous life? Find out how the fate of the universe lies in Damien's hands by following Damien Godwin on his thorny path of vengeance and his journey to see what lies beyond... [ Try out at least the first chapter before moving on! ] Check out my 3rd novel -> I Shall Devour Everything (Join my Discord server for giveaway!) ==== Top 100 = 14 chaps/ week guaranteed (So vote more!) 1.5K+ Power stones = 1 Bonus Chapter 1.75K+ Power stones = 2 Bonus Chapter ===== Discord Link https://discord.gg/U9H6HxkKmD ===== P.S It's my first novel, so hope you guys understand if I make some elementary mistakes. P.P.S I don't own the cover. If the owner has any issues, I can take it down.

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The Strange Egg

"Master…" Kalypso mumbled in a low voice as she felt the energy in Damien's soul plane getting agitated.

She could see that Damien cared about the Little King like a friend, and seeing the Little King's ring with leftovers of blood on it, there was no doubt that Little King was one of the many who were unfortunate to get sacrificed here.

Even though Little King was a mortal, she also felt bad he was gone since he was the reason she was able to unite with her Master. If not for him showing Damien where she was dying, she would have forever disappeared without getting the chance to work on her regrets.

"Ruthren did this…He killed Little King and everyone else. No wonder…I never got any messages or calls for help," Damien said calmly, though his eyes were emitting a dark, chilling light.

Damien gripped the ring in his palm tightly as he remembered that innocent little boy who was forced to mature himself to be a king.