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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."

some of his celestial energy to send a spiritual capsule that showcased the recent events that had shaken the foundations of

"Interesting..."

Ares watched, his expression shifted from

like a tapestry of war and strategy, a

couldn't help but break off

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

he stated calmly, "I believe Eris, Uranus, and Demeter will

this." Ares rubbed his 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

was considered a battle showdown. Otherwise, he never bothered

breaching the universe's heart

"Is that so..."

directly, but Ares picked up on the buried threat

threat was that Ares should not dream of even peeking at the other side if they were to succeed and he

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

the time comes and the universe's heart breaks apart, he would no longer take anyone's bullshit,

decisions and desires for the sake of maintaining the status quo and keeping his celestial

of celestial energy when birthed again by the universe, he would have already slaughtered them all

well that the three rulers were

say? Stretching

that eventful day,Ares began to rise, his movements slow and shaky, reminiscent of an

mere act of standing was a

around him. His posture straightened, the wrinkles smoothing out as if they were

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

the passage of countless seasons, now radiated with vitality, tightening around his

embodied the prime of life, a mature

his eyes that marked the

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

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

you want him alive or

a touch of

with Asna's core. Securing them all for our use could propel us to the brink of

what I can

you planning to head

a tint of surprise after noticing that Ares had seated back in a

move solo." Ares replied calmly, "With all due respect to the beautiful Eris, I