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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."

energy to send a spiritual capsule

"Interesting..."

shifted from mild irritation to a focused

unfolded like a tapestry

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

imagined a day will come when a child of a mortal birth will put the three rulers and the entire kingdom in such a bind...How impressive,

he stated calmly, "I believe Eris, Uranus, and Demeter will be enough to bring him back, but

and energy-draining, but on the other, I am quite intrigued to meet this child. Though, he is currently

Ares' terminology, a meeting was considered a battle showdown. Otherwise, he never bothered to show himself and

the universe's heart and I believe it's about time you partake in our mission." The first ruler added, "Otherwise, don't blame us for missing

"Is that so..."

have said it directly, but Ares picked

the other side if they were to succeed

always came up 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

heart breaks apart, he would no longer take anyone's bullshit, whether it was Eris, Uranus, or

and desires for the sake of maintaining the

significant amount of celestial energy when birthed again by the universe, he would have already

well that the three rulers were more than

say? Stretching for a while doesn't

reminiscent of an aged leaf quivering on the brink of being

a combat against time itself. Yet,

straightened, the wrinkles smoothing out as if they were being erased by an invisible

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

marked by the passage of countless seasons, now radiated

the prime of life, a mature middle-aged male

eyes that marked the most

age, replaced by a piercing hunter's gaze that seemed to cut through the very fabric of reality...His aura, once subdued, now

undeniable presence of a god

do you want him alive or

neck, his voice seemed laced with a touch of death as the entire corm plantation

shared, "He possesses four unigin cores along with Asna's core. Securing them all

see what I can

planning to head down

in a mediation position. He expected him to return to the eternal kingdom so he could join

"With all due respect