Coker walked slowly out from the dust and ruin, his steps quiet but heavy like he carry the weight of hundred lives. The broken dungeon behind him was silent now, but his body was burnin with somethin new. His muscles was glowing faint red from the inside like a furnace lit in his soul. The power inside him was not like before. This time it felt... awake. It was like his blood had change. Like his heart beatin to another rhythm. His mind was calm but sharp. And the voice, that deep god voice, was gone for now, but he still feel it watchin from inside his soul. "You devour fate," the voice had said before disappearing. And now Coker feel like maybe... maybe he really do. He walk from the ruin, each step feelin like he takin part of the dungeon with him, its pain, its power, its memory.
He reach the city again after days of walkin, hidin himself with old robes and messy hood. Nobody recognize him. To them, he still just a trash E-Rank who probably died somewhere like garbage. But Coker smile quietly. He already absorb three dungeon bosses, take their core, their skills, their fate. And nobody know. That was good. Let them stay blind. He move quiet through the alleyways, listenin to rumors. Some say the dungeon vanished, some say it collapse. None guess the truth. None guess it was eaten. Devoured. Coker now holdin fate itself inside him.
He go into the adventurer guild hall. Same place that throw him away, same faces laughin, drinkin, full of pride and ignorance. He walk past them. Some glance at him with disgust like usual. Some dont even bother lookin. And that was perfect. Because today was guild test day. The big retest. The one every adventurer wait for to show off and rise rank. The hall was filled with fire magic users shootin showoff flames, sword masters slicin practice dummies, and rich noble brats shoutin how great they was.
He enter the hall quietly. The rank examiner look at him and laugh a little. "Name?"
Coker keep his voice low. "Coker."
"Coker? Hah! Like that E-Rank that died in the south dungeon? You got same name, trash boy."
He just nod. His eyes cold.
The examiner wave him to the test crystal. It glow soft white. This crystal scan mana, skill level, fate thread, and everything. Normally people get rank E to S. But today, the moment Coker touch it, the whole hall go silent. The crystal flash... then break. A loud crack echo the hall. Everyone turn. Silence crush the room.
The examiner stare, his eyes wide. "W-What the hell was that? This never happen!"
Coker slowly look up. "You need a better crystal."
Panic spread. Another crystal brought in. This one stronger. Ancient make. Coker place his hand again. This time, the color burst out from the orb like a storm. Red, gold, black... then pure white light beam shoot to the ceiling. The orb vibrate like it screaming.
Then a cold robotic voice echo from the crystal. "Rank: SSS. Class: God Vessel. Skill: Devourer of Fate. Warning: This subject is unbound."
The hall explode. Screams. Confusion. The top guild elites stand up in shock. Some even draw weapon. The man who supposed to be trash... now standin as god. Some back away like he poison. Others move forward like he treasure. The greed was thick in the air like smoke.
The guild master rush out from the back. A tall man with long beard and silver armor. He look at Coker with mixed face. Anger, fear, greed. "What are you? How you got this power?"
Coker look at him calm. "I was born with it. Y'all just too blind to see."
The room go quiet. Then chaos. Guild guards move to surround him. Some high rankers try talk to him, offer money, guild position, women. Coker walk past all of them. His aura alone push them back like wind pressure. His power was pressure. His name now legend.
"You all laugh when I was E-Rank," he said, voice low but sharp. "Now you beg me when I'm god rank. The world fake."
He walk outside. The street full of people. Word spread fast. Cameras roll. Magic screens blink with his scan result. The name Coker now known. And the world tremble. Merchants drop their goods. Students leave their class. Old warriors stare in disbelief. A boy who had nothin now hold everything.
Behind the scene, some kings, gods, and ancient beings watch. They whisper in fear. The god vessel awaken. And he walk free. One god punch his throne in anger. Another one laugh in madness. A hidden cult kneel and cry. Prophecy shift. Fate tremble.
That night, Coker hide in a old shrine on mountain top. He look at his hand, still glowin with strange light. He whisper to himself. "I ain't done yet. Y'all thought I was trash. But I'm the trash that destroy throne."
Then the voice return. Deep and dark. "You awaken more than power. You awaken war."
Coker breathe slow. "Then let them come."
He sit under the old god statue. Lightning flash. Rain fall. But he just stare into the sky like he ready to punch it.
In the shadows, assassins sent by rich families gather. In kingdoms, emperors hold emergency meetings. Magic academies start panicking. Secret guilds try to hide their relics. But it was too late. Coker was no longer part of the world. He was above it.
His next goal... the Tower of Kings. A place where S-ranks challenge fate. A place where gods test mortals. He don't need their permission. He just gonna climb.
Chapter 5, the rise of Coker, the unbound god, who walk from dust to divinity, had shake the world. But this just the start. The war of fate, the gods, the betrayers... they all waitin. But Coker? He already walkin toward them. With no fear. With no mercy. With fate itself tremblin beneath his feet.
He wasn't just a god. He was a weapon. And the whole world just became his battlefield.