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

Taf—"Not an ounce of qi left in my body. Now let's truly fight."

Taf grinned as he got to his feet and held both Grigora and Dida in his hand.

For the first time, the Demon King was dumbfounded. Was this kid mad? Did he intentionally drain himself of his qi?

It was the most ludicrous measure he had ever heard being employed in a fight. It was the height of stupidity.

Boom!—Taf sped off with a determined look on his face; with each move of his feet, there were puffs of sand. A moment afterwards, he smashed down the Warhammer Dida.

"Child's play," Scuffed the Demon King.

Zing, his white scythe, ripped through the ligament in Taf's right leg. Blood splattered, and there was anguish on his face, but he was determined slashing down with his scythe.

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