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1707 Awakening The God of War.

Near the edges of the universe, in a somewhat sparsely populated galaxy, a pink planet orbited a red dwarf star at a distance almost similar to that of Earth and the sun.

In the serene embrace of a vast pink-hued corn farm, under the gentle canopy of an ancient tree, an old man found solace in a midday slumber.

Dressed modestly with a wide-brimmed farmer's hat shading his lined face, a single stem of wheat rested idly between his lips, moving ever so slightly with his tranquil breaths...

The soft melody of birds chirping high above in the branches provided a sweet lullaby, enhancing the peace of this pastoral scene.

Suddenly, the harmony of nature witnessed an uninvited guest; a small green double-headed snake slithered its way down the rough bark of the tree, drawn to the resting figure below.

With silent, calculated movements, it approached the old man, its forked tongue tasting the air, its eyes fixed on its target.

Yet, as it prepared to strike, closing the distance between its fangs and the man's exposed skin, an unseen force halted its advance.

The snake, perplexed, tried repeatedly to breach the invisible barrier that enveloped the old man, but to no avail.

Each attempt to bite was met with an inexplicable repulsion as if a shield of air kept the serpent at bay, pushing it away the more it got closer to his skin.

Suddenly, the scene was momentarily disturbed as an invisible wave of communication pierced through the serene atmosphere, targeting the seemingly peaceful old man napping under the tree.

Stirring from his slumber, the old man lifted his head, revealing his time-worn face marked by the passage of countless years.

The double-headed snake froze for a second and then dropped to the ground, its body aging rapidly at a noticeable speed until there was nothing left of it besides four cracked fangs...

The aged man's voice, slow and mild, broke the silence.

"Do I need to remind you not to disturb my peace, first ruler?" Ares's words were tinged with annoyance, yet carried a weary patience.

From the ether, the first ruler's voice emerged, a telepathic whisper that seemed to resonate with a sense of urgency. "Your tranquility aside, we require your expertise, Ares."

Ares's brow furrowed in confusion, a rare expression for someone who had seen as much as he had.

"You have stumbled upon a hurdle that can't be handled by Eris, Uranus, or the rest?" He inquired.

"It's easier if I showed you."

spent some of his celestial energy to send a spiritual capsule that showcased

"Interesting..."

his expression shifted from

new paragon, and his resistance against the rulers unfolded like a tapestry of war

the whole narration, he couldn't help but

come when a child of a mortal birth will put the three rulers and the entire kingdom

by his mockery...He waited patiently until Ares was done laughing and then he stated calmly, "I believe Eris, Uranus, and Demeter will be enough to bring him back, but it

thoughtfully, "On one hand, it sounds too bothersome and energy-draining, but on the other, I am quite intrigued

showdown. Otherwise, he never bothered to

attempt at breaching the universe's heart and I believe

"Is that so..."

it directly, but Ares picked

was that Ares should not dream of even peeking at the other side if they were to succeed and he didn't contribute anything

as calm, stoic, and sometimes even as a pushover since he rarely showed emotions, in reality, he was simply holding it in...Holding it for the day he achieved his

heart breaks apart, he would no longer take

to respect their decisions and desires for the sake of maintaining the status quo

cores consumed a significant amount of celestial energy when birthed again

three rulers were

can I say? Stretching

movements slow and shaky, reminiscent of an aged

as if the mere act of standing was a combat against time itself. Yet, as

years seemed to reverse around him. His posture straightened, the wrinkles smoothing out as if they were being erased by an invisible

their dark hue, flowing back like the mane of a warhorse ready for

countless seasons, now radiated with vitality, tightening around his manly

a figure that embodied the prime

it was his eyes that marked the most dramatic

the very fabric of

of frailty had vanished, leaving behind the undeniable presence of a god of war, reborn and ready

you want him alive

touch of death as the entire corm plantation

The first ruler shared, "He possesses four unigin cores along with Asna's core. Securing them all for our

what I can

to head down

of surprise after noticing that Ares had seated back in a mediation position. He expected him to return

"With all due respect