Coker stood alone at the gate of the *Tower of Kings*, a place feared even by S-Ranks. The gate was tall, dark, and ancient, with symbols of old gods carved deep into its body like scars from forgotten wars. Every inch of the tower scream power. It wasn't just a place. It was a graveyard for the arrogant. Many enter, few come back. And those who do… never come back the same. But Coker? He ain't just walkin in. He walkin like he own the damn place.
He crack his neck slowly, eyes glowin red-gold, black sparks trailin his steps like the ground itself reactin to his presence. People watched from far, from hidden cliffs and sky cameras. S-Ranks, nobles, foreign kings, all eyes on one man. One *former E-Rank* boy now walkin toward a trial only gods dared to take.
The giant gate open without a touch. It *felt* his power. It *knew* his fate. The Tower… accepted him.
Inside, it was endless. The first floor was a battlefield of broken stone and faded corpses of challengers long dead. A massive golem with blades for arms stood up like it waited centuries for someone worthy. It roar shake the whole floor. But Coker? He didn't flinch. Not even a blink.
"You just another test," he whisper, then vanished.
He move too fast. Shadows stretch behind him as he appear behind the golem and punch with his left hand—no weapon, just raw god-core energy. The punch didn't just hit. It *erased*. The golem crack from the core out, shatterin in pure slow motion. Magic crystals inside burst, dust scatterin in the air like ash.
A voice echo from the sky. "Floor 1 cleared. Time: 4 seconds."
Everyone outside gasp. Even top guild captains choke on their breath. Nobody clear floor 1 in under a minute before. But Coker? He wasn't here to play. He here to send a message.
Floor after floor, monster after monster. Dragons, demons, war ghosts, dark saints. All of them fall. Some beg for mercy. Some try to join him. But none survive. Coker didn't just fight. He *devoured*. Their skills, their fate, their essence. The *God Core: Devourer of Fate* grew stronger. And it show.
His body began to change. Black marks glow across his chest, arms, neck. His back start to burn, but he didn't scream. Six black wings made of pure mana unfold slowly from his back. Not angel wings. Not demon wings. Wings of *a being beyond both*. Even the tower walls whisper now. "He is not mortal."
Outside, panic spread. Magic networks crash. World leaders call emergency meetings. The Tower was glowin from the inside like it was sick or scared. And at the center of it all… one man who they called trash.
On floor 20, he face a legend. A guardian made from the soul of a fallen god. A warrior known as *King Dravon*. A being who defeated 12 SSS-Ranks in the past. This wasn't just a test. It was a war.
"You don't belong here, mortal," Dravon said, holdin his giant blade made of sunfire and dragonbone.
Coker step forward, eyes gleamin. "I never did. But now… I make my own place."
Their battle was so loud it shook mountains. Fist to blade. Fire to void. At one point, Dravon scream and slam down an attack called *Solar Wrath*. It melted the floor, cracked the sky.
But Coker walk through it.
His clothes burnin, body scorched, but he smilin. "That all?"
He unleash *Fate Breaker*, a power not even gods knew. It wasn't just strong—it rewrite reality. Dravon's blade cracked. His armor fade. His soul tremble.
In the final moment, Dravon kneel. "You… you're not just god vessel. You *are* the forgotten god."
Coker raise his hand. "Nah. I'm the new one."
He crush the guardian with one final blow that sound like thunder itself died.
Floor 20 cleared. Reward granted: *Divine Crown Fragment*. The system voice glitch. It never expected someone to reach here this fast. Even the tower spirit was confused. Records broke. Fate warped. Prophecy rewritten.
Outside the tower, some people begin to worship. Some curse his name. Secret organizations now send killers. Cults rise. The Godless Order declare war. But they too late. Coker ain't stoppin.
He sit on the 21st floor, lookin at his hand.
"I bleed for nothin now," he mutter. "Let the gods bleed instead."
The old voice return again, deep and dark. "You makin too much noise, vessel."
Coker smirk. "Then tell them to shut me up."
The voice go silent.
Meanwhile, far across the realm, in the sky palace of the Divine Council, the High God slam his fist. "The vessel has awakened too early! Seal the Tower!"
But the seal fail.
Another god whisper, "Too late. Fate… has already been devoured."
And in the dark, a chained shadow laugh softly. "He coming... for me next."
Coker stand up again, black wings stretch behind him, glowing like eclipse fire. The tower crack slightly. The world breakin rules just to handle him.
He was no longer Coker the E-Rank. He wasn't even Coker the SSS-Rank. He was Coker—the *Fate Eater*. The *God of Devourin*.
And he just gettin started.