"In a realm where worlds collide,
Magic flows like air, darkness resides.
Elite surcerus, born of fire and sin,
Reborn of demons, with powers within.
Their dark magic's a threat to all,
A ticking time bomb, ready to fall.
Fear grips the land, as they hunt them down,
Till one man rises, with a different crown." Do you want to know what is the meaning of the elite sorcerers? While they are considered, they are the dangerous things of mankind. There are many... I
The ranks of the elite sorcerers:
1. *Ralph*
2. *Envy*
3. *Justice*
4. *Selfish*
5. *Greed*
6. *Slot*
7. *Finalist: The one they fear most of all*Glodney!
"In a realm disparate from every universe, every earth, a tapestry of worlds unravels. Some realms are imbued with magic, whilst others exist in stark, unyielding normalcy. The cycle of rebirth ebbs and flows, a capricious tide that spares some, whilst condemning others to the void. In this particular world, where magic courses through the very fabric of existence, a multitude of beings coexist: demons, angels, gods, humans, dwarves, and every creature known to the world. Here, magic bifurcates into light and dark, the latter a jealously guarded secret of the elite surcerus – a cabal of sorcerers reborn of demonkind, forged in the crucible of human flesh. Their mastery of dark magic is a double-edged sword, inspiring both awe and terror. The elite surcerus are whispered about in hushed tones, their power a harbinger of catastrophe. And then, he arrives – a man cloaked in mystery, his destructive potential an unspoken threat."
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"A man possessed of destructive power, born with the seeds of chaos sown within him. He was a newborn, yet his rampage was epic, a primal force that devoured all in its path, including his own parents. Now, he sits amidst the ruins, a study in desolate loneliness, his infant face contorted in anguish. 'What is my name?' he whispers, tears etching rivulets through the grime on his cheeks. He gazes upwards, his eyes beseeching the heavens, 'Did you know my name?' A young man, jolted from slumber, stirs in his bed, confusion etched on his face. 'what was that all about what a weird dream and why am I crying are we doing?' he murmurs, disoriented, as reality slowly reasserts itself."
"As he woke, he tumbled out of bed with a jolt, 'What a weird dream,' he muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes."
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"Now, when Eugene Casino, a bright and impoverished young man, woke up, he was running late for school – a prospect he dreaded. He hastily devoured a slice of bread, rushing out the door with a quick goodbye to his loved ones. As he sprinted to school, he greeted his friends with a breathless hello, sliding into his seat just as the bell rang. Lost in thought, he pondered the peculiar dream he'd had, wondering about the crying figure and his own life's trajectory. 'Why did someone cry?' he mused, 'I didn't recognize that person.' Eugene's mind wandered to his own aspirations – to study hard, excel in soccer, and make his parents proud. 'Man, I wish my life can be great in the future,' he thought, his gaze drifting out the window as the teacher
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"Eugene's thoughts were interrupted by the harsh reality of his mother's illness. 'I was not,' he whispered, his mind racing back to the conversation he'd had with his father. His mother was dying, and the pain was crushing. 'The pain is hard,' he thought, echoing the words that had become a constant refrain in his mind. Every day, he'd visit his mother in the hospital, watching her wither away, her skin dry and parched like a fish out of water. He wondered what he could do to save her, and asked his father to sell their ancestral land to pay for her treatment. But his father refused, citing the importance of respecting their ancestors. 'The property was a gift from our ancestors,' he'd said. 'Selling it would be a betrayal.'
Desperate, Eugene turned to his grandfather, seeking a solution. He traveled to the mountains, his heart heavy with worry, and pleaded with his grandfather to help. 'Grandpa, please,' he begged, 'just this once, can we sell the land or the property? Mom needs the treatment.' But his grandfather was resolute. 'The land is not ours to sell, my boy,' he said. 'It was given to us by our ancestors. We must respect their wishes.'
Eugene's anger and frustration boiled over. 'Why must mom suffer?' he demanded. 'Why must she have cancer? It's not fair!' His grandfather's words offered little comfort. 'You won't understand, my grandson,' he said. 'But I do understand,' Eugene retorted, his voice shaking. 'I'll find a way, no matter what it takes.'
And so, he did. He dropped out of school, took on odd jobs, and worked tirelessly to earn money for his mother's treatment. He was just eighteen, but he was determined. One day, he stumbled upon a newspaper advertisement for an underground fighting tournament – a brutal, no-holds-barred competition where the winner would receive a life-changing prize. Eugene knew what he had to do. He sought out his grandfather, a master of the ancient art of mush, and begged him to teach him the secrets of the discipline. 'Why?' his grandfather asked, his eyes narrowing. 'Do you want to destroy someone? Kill someone?' 'No,' Eugene replied, his voice steady. 'I want to win. For mom.'
His grandfather began training him, pushing him to his limits and beyond. Eugene's body became a finely honed weapon, his skills unmatched. His hair turned white with stress, but he didn't care. He was driven by a singular focus: saving his mother. And when the day of the tournament arrived, he was ready."
"Eugene's winning streak continued, with each victory fueling his determination to save his mother. 'What kind of job are you doing?' people would ask, curious about his incredible skills. 'I'm a dancer,' he'd reply, half-jokingly. But it was the fighting that truly brought him alive. He danced with death, and it was beautiful.
As his mother's health improved, Eugene's fighting skills only grew stronger. He became known as the Silver Max, a mysterious figure in a silver mask, feared and respected in equal measure. He kept his true abilities hidden, revealing only enough to ensure his victories.
But the fighting had become an addiction, a fix that coursed through his veins like a powerful elixir. He couldn't stop, even when he knew he should. The rush of adrenaline, the thrill of victory – it was intoxicating.
Eugene's life was a double-edged sword, with his fighting persona and his secret identity constantly at odds. He wore a wig to school, hiding his white hair and the scars that told the story of his battles.
One day, while shopping at a convenience store, chaos erupted. A gunman opened fire, and Eugene sprang into action, disarming the attacker with ease. But as he tended to a pregnant woman, he felt a searing pain in his chest. He'd been shot.
As he lay on the ground, he whispered to the woman, 'Are you okay? And the baby?' She nodded, tears streaming down her face. Eugene's vision began to blur, and he saw his mother's face, her eyes filled with love and worry. 'This is how I'm going to die?' he thought, his heart heavy with regret. 'I never got to tell Mom I'm sorry for everything.'
The Silver Max, the fighter, the son – it all faded away, leaving behind a pool of blood and a grieving family. The news of his death spread, and his parents were consumed by grief, their tears a testament to the love they had for their son.
But amidst the sorrow, there was a glimmer of hope. The baby, a new life, a chance for the family to heal and move forward. The Silver Max may have fallen, but his legacy lived on, a reminder of the power of love and sacrifice."
😊 Got the update! Here's the list of emotional moments (updated):
- "This is how I'm gonna die" (my thoughts when you were dying)
- "You risk your life to save a new born and sacrifice yourself" (the Gods' acknowledgement of your heroism)
- Request to tell your mother and father:
- Not to worry
- To move on with their life
- To keep on smiling
- No tears of doubt or sadness
The Gods delivered the message to his parents and his siblings, and then the Gods said to him, "They're going to be reborn into a world, so they're gonna give him a chance, a new life, a good family. They will send him to a family." He accepted, and then he was transferred to another world of magic. He woke up into a woman's womb. He was opening his eyes to a woman, and then he was saying to himself, "Is this how a child is supposed to look inside the woman's womb? Who's that?" He wasn't seeing his twin brother over there, and then something happened. The thoughts kept on getting to his mind: "Devour, is the brother, devour is mother, devour, devour. He wants to devour them." The doctor is taking over his mind. He wants to devour them. Then the mother touched the brother, saying, "I can't wait to see you grow up to be a good child. Can't wait to mt you." He was stopping, keeping on asking himself, "What trying to do
The Gods delivered the message to his parents and his siblings. The Gods said to him, "They're going to be reborn into a world, so they're gonna give him a chance, a new life, a good family. They will send him to an ordinary family." He accepted, but unbeknownst to him, a mistake was made. Instead of an ordinary family, he was sent to a royal family.
He woke up into a woman's womb, a member of a royal family. He was opening his eyes to a woman, and then he was saying to himself, "Is this how a child is supposed to look inside the woman's womb? Who's that?" He wasn't seeing his twin brother over there, and then something happened. The thoughts kept on getting to his mind: "Devour, is the brother, devour is mother, devour, devour. He wants to devour them." But when the mother touched his brother, saying, "I can't wait to see you grow up to be a good child, can't wait to meet you," the devoured thoughts cleansed him, and the darkness faded away.
He was completely unaware of his true nature. He didn't know he was one of the elite surcerus, a powerful practitioner of dark magic. He had no knowledge of his past or his abilities. He was a blank slate, innocent and unaware of the danger he posed.
The woman, his mother, didn't know either. She was just happy to be pregnant with twins. But as the birth approached, a sense of foreboding grew. She didn't know why, but she felt like something was wrong.
The first born was a healthy boy with light magic, and everybody was happy. But when the second was born, he was born with dark magic and a curse on his face – a skull nose and skull teeth. Everybody was shocked, saying he was a monster.
The king's face twisted in rage, his voice dripping with disgust, "You dare to protect this... abomination? This monster?" He spat at the baby's feet. "This child is not mine! It's a dark curse, a Leaked Sars-Ross, a threat to our kingdom!"
The queen, bleeding and bruised, looked up at him with tears streaming down her face. "My king, please... this is our child, our love. Don't say that."
The king's expression didn't change. "I won't have a monster born into this world, threatening our kingdom's stability. Kill it."
But the queen's words fell on deaf ears. The king's guards threw the baby into the dungeon, and the queen's cries echoed through the halls. The baby, alone and confused, whispered to himself, "Did the Gods send me to this? Why? What have I done?"
He lay there, abandoned, and wondered, "Did the Gods light shine on me, only to be thrown away? Is this my fate?" The dungeon's cold walls seemed to close in on him, and he was left with only his thoughts, screaming "Why?"
😱 Here's the updated story:
As the baby was thrown into the dungeon, his tiny stomach cried out for nourishment. The guards, begrudgingly, summoned a maid to feed him. She approached cautiously, fear etched on her face, her own wounds still fresh from the struggle to reach the dungeon. But as she gazed into the baby's eyes, something unexpected happened. The baby, sensing her pain, reached out and healed her wounds. The maid's fear turned to pity, and she fed him willingly, giving him the best milk he had ever tasted.
But the nobles were relentless. "Kill the child!" they clamored. "It's a monster, a threat to our kingdom!"
The queen, desperate, devised a plan to rescue her child. She snatched him from the dungeon and fled, the guards hot on her heels. As she ran into the forest, she knew she couldn't outrun them. Spotting a stream, she placed the baby in a basket and set him afloat, hoping against hope that he'd survive.
The baby sailed down the stream, unaware of the dangers lurking beneath the surface. He drifted into another kingdom, landing near a village on the water's edge. The villagers, oblivious to the baby's royal lineage, were shocked to find him alive, surrounded by the monsters of the stream
As the villagers fled in terror, the baby's dark magic attracted a horde of monsters. But the baby, fueled by instinct, slaughtered them with ease. He kept slaying until he came across a slime, which somehow seemed... different. He signed a contract with the slime, and it settled on his face as a mark, whispering secrets and amplifying his powers.
Rumors spread of a monstrous baby in the forest, and two couples, who had lost their own child, felt a pang of pity. "We'll save the baby," they said, foolishly venturing into the forest. As they approached, they saw the baby, surrounded by a pile of monster corpses, his slime familiar slicing through any threat.
The couples watched in awe as the baby fought on, his tiny body weary, his powers weakening. But as he stumbled, they saw his true nature – a force of darkness, feared even by monsters. The baby, overwhelmed, began to cry, "Why is this always happening to me?"
The couples exchanged a look, realizing they might be witnessing something extraordinary. What will they do next?
The baby's cries echoed through the forest, "Why is this happening to me? The Gods promised me a new family, but I'm treated like an outsider, a monster." He felt weak, his eyes drooping as he succumbed to exhaustion.
But a monster, sensing vulnerability, charged towards him. The two couples, still watching, sprang into action, shielding the baby from the attack. They took the blow, protecting him, and the baby's eyes snapped open.
As their blood splattered on his face, he whispered, "Ma... why are these couples protecting me? Can't they see I'm a monster?"
One of the women gently spoke, "Don't worry, little one. No matter what you are, you're not a monster. Things may be different, but you're still a child. You haven't done anything wrong."
The baby's energy surged, and he killed the monster. The couples exchanged a look, "We'll take him in."
Using the slime's power, they created a mask to conceal the baby's skull-like features and suppress his dark magic. The mask hid his true nature, allowing him to blend in.
The couples took the baby to their village, caring for him as one of their own. As he grew, the baby began to understand his powers and the secrets the slime whispered in his ear.
Shall I continue?
This is how my story begins!Eugene's
I was reborn into this world, a world of darkness and magic, where the strong devour the weak. I was born with a purpose, a destiny to fulfill. The darkness within me stirs, urging me to claim my rightful place among the elite. I won't be held back. I won't be defeated. I will rise, and I will conquer. This is my story, and it begins now!
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Where the couples decided to take care of the baby and took it in, they took the child in and then something happened. In a few minutes, the heaven shook and then one of the angels went to the Lord of the Gods and then told the Lord that, "My Lord, we have a problem. Remember the boy that died and then we sent him to plan to send him to an ordinary family?"
"Yes, what?"
"All of it, it turns out he was sent back in time, back to the time of the rebirth of the evil gods."
"What? How this happened?"
"I don't know, what the hell is going on anyway."
And a few moments, someone was behind the shadow, was smugging. Nothing is about to be interesting, now let's see what part the child takes on his life, on his future.