Rapture_Tales

Kyros Steele was the strongest warrior in the Omega Kingdom. But when the Great War of All began, this kingdom fell. Kyros was captured. 
Destined to become a slave through necromancy, Kyros could only curse at his led bitter life.
But on his final moments, he meets an eccentric Old Man who claimed to be the God of Time.

Much like Kyros, this Old Man was fated for suffering and defeat. Because the God of Time could not be killed, the Great Gods conspired to curse him and make him human first. And so the God of Time escaped but was now human.  Even if he used his powerful magic to send his consciousness back in time, he would still be defeated, for his soul was no longer a god but a man.

Helpless as his time-traveling rebirth would easily fail, the God of Time offers and asks for Kyros's help. He would send Kyros back along with his own consciousness back in time. This would hide the God of Time from his enemies and give Kyros the chance to fulfill his revenge.

Just when the two were about to time travel,  a shocking mystery caused the God of Time to marvel in awe. Kyros was not a human but had the bloodline of the most accursed and dangerous race of all.
Kyros is the legendary Nephilim.
And so begins the Ascension of the Nephilim.

Ascension of the Nephilim

Perment was worried since Emeros had not appeared yet. It was late even for the slave miners to move out, and this meant that he would be punished by the guards.

"Let's go. I'm starting to get worried."

The moment the group stepped out, they saw Emeros being escorted by numerous guards.

"What did you do?!" Perment's reaction was to immediately scream as he saw Emeros surrounded by guards.

"Master Mage Perment! Here is Emeros, safe and ready to serve you. We have also brought him meals for him to grow strong!" The guards bowed.

"Oh, great and strong, Mage Perment. Please forgive your lowly servants and take these offerings. They are some of the ores we found in the mine." Another guard appeared.

"Mage Perment! Your other slaves are here! We wish you good tidings and praise your skills! May you conquer and grow!" Another guard exclaimed.

Rule of Cultivation