HideousGrain

In a desolate world where humans are on the brink of extinction, conquering countless dungeons, fighting against ferocious beasts, what happens to someone blind and powerless? 

Nial's glorious fate was taken from him when he was only three, leaving him blind and without a trace of mana. 

15 years later he was still enduring the humiliation of a rotten society that favored the mighty.
Society nearly took away his innocence and brightness, forcing him to mature, giving him an unbending will.

However, everything changed the moment he awoke his Origin.

He devoured Ancient Curses and slaughtered Gods and Devils!

Angels? He will make them kneel! 

Devils and the such? All will be in his grasp
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Even though I’m blind, I see more than anyone else!
I devour Curses and take control over darkness.
Mark my words… 

[It will be all of you that will have to kneel in front of me!]

Just come at me Dragons, Angels, Devils, and Gods…if you dare to!

Otherwise, my ascend will be your doom!

Follow the odyssey of an ordinary, blind youth towards godhood as his fate that had once been taken from him shall be returned.

Witness his pain, and growth to an existence feared even by Ancient Gods and Fiends from primordial times!

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[A/N: The MC's behavior in the early stage of the Novel will be different from what the Synopsis suggests. Please take a note of that while reading :D]

Odyssey of the Blind God

As the flood of memories reached him, Nial felt extremely weird.

A sense of loss filled his heart. However, this loss didn't really feel bad.

It was as if things were supposed to be like this.

Only now did he realize how grave losing his memories had been.

He was actually Nial Orin, not Nial Lacardia.

To be precise, he was Nial Lacardia the day he was born. However, one year after he was born the Advocate of the Pryard arrived.

Rather than being able to live a peaceful life in the Lacardia Empyrean Void, the Creatoran had been annihilated, and his Eyes had been taken.

The overlapping memories he recalled from the events of his first birthday were confusing.

Before, he never knew what exactly happened in his childhood. His memories had been jumbled and he only knew that he had been raced by the Orin family on Jundra.

Time to go home