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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."

capsule that showcased the

"Interesting..."

Ares watched, his expression shifted from mild irritation to

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

watching the whole narration, he couldn't help but break off

imagined a day will come when a child of a mortal birth will put the three rulers and

Ares was done laughing and then he stated calmly, "I

small white goatee thoughtfully, "On one hand, it sounds too bothersome and energy-draining, but on the other, I am quite intrigued to meet this child. Though, he is currently weakened, so, the meeting

he never bothered to show himself and would rather

at breaching the universe's heart and I believe it's about time you partake in our mission."

"Is that so..."

said it directly, but Ares picked up on the buried threat behind his last

of even peeking at the other side if they were to succeed and

first ruler always came up as calm, stoic, and sometimes even as a pushover since he rarely showed emotions, in reality, he was simply holding it

the universe's heart breaks apart, he would no longer take anyone's bullshit, whether

would not need to respect their decisions and desires for the sake of maintaining the status quo

for knowing that unigins' cores consumed a significant amount of celestial energy when birthed again by

fully well that the three rulers

say? Stretching for a while doesn't

movements slow and shaky, reminiscent of an aged leaf quivering on the brink of being carried

was a combat against time itself. Yet, as he continued to

each passing second, the years seemed to reverse around him. His posture straightened, the wrinkles smoothing out as if

dark hue, flowing back

marked by the passage of countless seasons, now

a figure that embodied the prime of life, a

eyes that marked the most dramatic

fabric of

undeniable presence of a god of war,

want him alive

cracked his neck, his voice seemed laced with a touch of

along with Asna's core. Securing

will see what I can

you planning to head down

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

Ares replied calmly, "With all due respect to the beautiful Eris,