Arc 2 Chapter 52 Development

Pov Aratach first person

The villages around this region, were safe from human influence. For the last three years, i have been protecting them, from human attack. I entered the village of the Lakstar. They were the only race i feared. Their natural born power and talent, was close to that of dragons. If we could get them on our side, this war would be much easier.

So with the goal of forming an alliance, i entered the village. All the Lakstar had the blessing of Ragnar, or Paarthadox. So gaining their trust, would not be a problem.

When i entered the village, i saw children playing. Even if they were bigger than me, I couldn't help, but find them cute. I was met with a village guard. He said he would bring me to the chief. I followed his wish and followed. When i entered the house of the chief i noticed his power. S rank, only a + away from my power. Truly a worthy ally.

Pov a certain Lakstar first person

Lightning filed my four legs, as i ran. Behind me was a B rank beast. I was luring it to my new home. It had told me, it's need of food. So i started killing all my enemies in the cave. In exchange, it created a room just for me and called me master. My power was increasing steadily, thanks to Ragnar and the dragon bloodline i gained. 2 years ago, i reached A rank and would become A+ soon. Something, never accomplished by a Lakstar before. We have had S rank power houses, but never have any of our kind, developed at such speed. This filed me with unnecessary pride.

I entered the cave. It's size was considered small by me, but in actuality it was huge. At E rank, it stood 15 meters tall. It had few floors, but all of them were smaller. It was only this big, for the road to my room.

My current size was 14 meters tall and 8 meters wide.

The monster chasing me enter, along with me and i killed it, with a simple punch. My long arms went through it's body, giving it no choice, but to die. I could feel the cave happily absorbing the energy. While it was doing that, i left again, to bring some wood, to make a fire. I was after all going to eat cocked meat today. I like raw meat too, but sometimes cocked food is delicious.

Pov a fire boy third person

In the middle of a human city, many small flames, kept the city warm. But even in the protection of day light, everything wasn't perfect. A boy, born with several defects, blessed by Paarthadox was being tortured. The very flames he was supposed to love, was being used to burn him. The boys screams were heard, as he was forced into the fire again. His painful howls of despair, was like music to the ears of the humans.

The boy was brought out of the fire. Burn marks covered his body. His once cute face, covered in burn marks. A worshiper of Xelena walked forward and healed his burn marks. Then he was thrown into the flame again. Their evil ritual continued, as the boys parents watched, in dismay, not angered, or sadden, by the boys fate.

The boy cried out to his parent, hoping they would help. But they looked away, not wanting to see their disgusting child. That betrayed their gods. The child wailed in despair, cursing his fate, wondering why he was born.

As time went by, the child hoped to be left in the flame for to long and pass away. Leaving this awful life, behind. Paarthadox watched this all occur. Rage filled him, as they continued to disrespect him. Having finally had enough, he blessed the child once more. The flames burning the kid, started to heal him, as the hell flame, became an ally.

The flames burning the kid, exploded, burning everyone in the city. Ashes spread to the sky's, creating black clouds, raining toxin, upon the human settlements around. As for the kid, he was scarred, burn marks covered his body, reminding him, of his past. He walked aimlessly in ashes, of the past. Torched bodies, covered the once beautiful kingdom. As days passed, fire consumed him, bringing him closer, to his biggest fear. The more flames ate away at him, the stronger he became, until one day, something changed.

# You have become the apostle of Paarthadox. You have gained ( Advance fire control ) ( hell flame ) ( call to the fire realm ) and ( flame grant me strength )#

# You are banished from this realm. As your strength has grown too SSS Rank. You will be entering the second realm.#

With that, the child disappeared, never to appear in this realm again. The once beautiful country, he lived in. Was now no more. Flames continued to burn anything still left. This place would become whats known as the demon continent, where the fire demons would live.

Pov worshiper in cave first person

When i saw the notification, i was first happy. But that quickly ended, when i read the last notification. The difficulty would increase. Why, what did i do to deserve this? Was i not entertaining enough? Doubtful thoughts filled me, as i entered the next floor.

A feeling of fear filled me, as i entered the new floor. I could feel the monsters strength, they were way stronger than me.

I was attacked from behind. Not fast enough to defend, i was launched to a wall. I hit the stone wall, the feeling of pain, filled my body. A shattered rib, i thought to myself, as i tried to stand up. Unimaginable pain filled me, but I've been trough worse. So without a choice i stood up, ready to fight the next roadblock. My trusty umbrellas appeared in my hands, as i got ready to defend. Like a truck, the orc slammed into me. My hands were shaking, from the impact, but i was still alive. I could take a hit.

With the new discovery, i started to formulate a plan. To use pure strength to overcome this difficulty. Water embraced me, as i stood my ground. Enraged with my survival, the orc attacked once more. Not willing to be passive, i met with his attack. My entire body shock, as our weapons collided. The strength difference was obvious. But I wouldn't lose. Losing meant restarting everything. Losing meant fighting everything again. I would not let that happen.

With conviction born from despair, i fought my first of many enemies of this floor. But in the end i lost. But just like the goblins, it did not kill me. He brought me back to a village. Thousands of orcs looked at me with hungry eyes. Knowing my fate, i tried to kill myself. I would start over and return with much more strength and kill them all. But i was grabbed, by the neck, when i tried to bite my tongue.

( So, yeah R18, skip if you feel like it. I will say what happened in the end.)

He smashed my face on his knees, knowing what i tried to do. The orcs around us laughed, as they watched. The strength left my body, as he threw me on the ground. The orcs surrounding us, came running. The orc that threw me on the ground, grabbed me again and held me in place. Orcs came running, hoping to get a piece. Some started eating, while others used my body, to pleasure themself, before the meal. I was R@ped and eaten alive for several minutes, before i passed away.

( so yeah she dead. Now you might be asking why so short. The lemon will be longer when it's actually love and not R@pe. Until then i will only have r18 to describe a bad thing that happens, to perhaps make you feel emotions.)

I felt myself respawning, something I haven't felt in a while. Those orcs will pay and so will trickster. I will have their head, to decorate my throne, when i become a goddess of death. I entered the first floor again. The goblins died easily. Boiling them alive, took no effort on my part. This time i stayed on this floor for days, killing them over and over again. My strength increased every time i killed one of them. After a week, i entered the second floor and did the same. I farmed every living being, over and over again. They simply died to my power. I did the same here, staying for a week, until I left for the third floor. My powers were way above what they were when i entered and i could easily kill the shamans. I farmed them for a month. Not feeling ready to enter the fourth floor yet.

I killed the orc, with a slash of my umbrella. No epic battle, like in the past. When i entered the new floor, I instantly casted a water shield, to protect me from any danger. I farmed the shamans enough to have mana for days. A foolish orc, all alone, decided it was a good idea to attack. My answer to his attack was to torture him for minutes, awaiting orcs to arrive from his screams.

When new orcs arrived because of the noise, i cut of the orcs nether region. Screams of pain, alerted the 8 orcs who just arrived. The orc on the ground, that i tortured, had tears running down his chin. Disgusted by the sight, i cut his head of. The orcs that arrived got enraged by my cruelty and attacked. But they failed miserably, all getting killed by me. I felt my strength increase, as i got ready to farm the fourth floor, just like the others.

Pov mc first person

Soon it will begin. Mortals evolving into gods. They will hate some of us and be friendly to other of us. A true split will occur. Actual different groups of gods will appear. This is the true reason why we did this. We are creating more gods, so we don't have to fight chaos alone. Or they don't, chaos is my friend. But Xelena and Bennett don't know of this plan, as they are to stupid to understand. Bennett haven't even found out, i was the traitor. Back then, when i ordered him to find the traitor.

Different factions will soon fill the realm, some will naturally leave and return when they see the outside. We will have an army of gods, farmed from the mortal realms.

Soon when they start appearing, we will increase the size and they will get new places to gain worshipers. The best plan, me and Paarthadox created when chaos erupted, cracking the dimensions. We will gain worship points and none corrupted gods, what more can you want. Me Paarthadox and Julia will be the leaders of the three factions. Paarthadox of the evil faction, me of the justice faction and Julia of the holy faction. We drew lots on this, Julia wanted to be justice, but i got it.

I sipped on the blood of a creature of chaos, as i watched my kingdom building itself.

I sent out my chaoswalkers into the dimension. They were hunting corrupted giants and gods and brought them back to me. I used them all to increase the size of my realm and the pantheon realm. Both were gradually increasing, as they had to. If we wanted the other gods to have space to stay in.

The worshiper bullied by trickster died and got r@ped some weeks ago. That feeling was disgusting, the fact that i have to feel everything she feels angered me. Whoever did this would die, or be caught and tortured by chaos, for eternity.

( Author here: yoo i kinda fixed my sleep schedule, let's goo. So here is a chapter on time, gasp. Anyways review, if you feel merciful and power stones if you have any. Author out :) )