Lord_of_sleep

"Call me God and I will treat you as a benevolent servant worthy of blessings. Say I am the Devil and I will drench your world in blood and despair." 

These were the words spoken by Sir Mouse as a thousand enemies surrounded him.

From his youth he could only look up to the heavens, but just as all his enemies before, It is now under his feet quivering.

If so be the case, why would he care what The Gods' Decree?

Gods or Devils it matters not. As they too will have to call him by the only name they dare to utter, Sir Mouse.

His path is to be one that is unhindered by any shackles and he intend to keep it that way.

Will you join him on this journey to becoming the existence who is forbidden?

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The Gods' Decree

Drax looked at Taf as though he was truly an anomaly. How could a teen be this strong? He never heard such a thing before.

Sure there have been cases of genius being developed at eighteen or nineteen which were peak ninth stage cultivators.

However, they couldn't do what this youth could. He killed three ninth stage cultivators as though they were at the seventh stage in under three minutes.

The most frightening thing Drax realized was that this teen was at most fifteen. He admired the Dark Abylis Sect strength but he knew they definitely didn't rear such a devil-like genius.

Where the hell did they find this kid then?

He looked in Taf's eyes and all he saw was himself dead in the most grotesque manner possible. Right there and then he knew he was fucked.

Fate's Hands