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It's funny, isn't it?

Nobody asks to be born...

None of us choose the life we are forced to live....And yet, we are bound to it, trapped in a world where strength defines everything.

People worship when you are strong. They loathe when you are weak. They worship the god. They fear the devil. But why? Was it righteousness that gave the god victory over the devil, or was it simply strength? Why must we fear one and worship the other? Is the god so righteous? Is the devil so weak?

Would Wang Xiao still have everything if he were weak? Would they still worship him? Would those women have submitted so easily? 

No. It's always the strength.

Power rules all.

A man can own kingdoms, riches, even love—but lose his strength, and the world turns on him. 

His woman, the one who once looked at him with admiration, will crush him underfoot if she finds him unworthy. His own children, born of his blood, will stare at him with contempt, their eyes filled with disappointment. 

What is love if not submission to power? 

What is loyalty but the price of dominance?

Wang Xiao has learned this bitter truth. 

The sacrifices he made, the pain he endured, meant nothing. Without strength, he was nothing. 

But no longer...

He has seen the lie, the illusion of it all...

And now, the ancient myths rise once more, the gods claw their way from forgotten graves, and Wang Xiao, mistaken for the 8th Prince, feared by gods and mortals alike, finds himself at the center of it all.

Seven goddesses, each more beautiful, more dangerous than the last, now circle him, bound by fate. Their charm is powerful, their desires even more so. The guardian of the Atlantic tears apart nations to possess him. The Desert Princess offers her entire empire as a gift, yearning for his love... Even an ancient being, her power stripped away, bends her knee in submission, once feared, now powerless before him.

But would they have bowed if he were weak? 

Would they have loved him, served him, feared him? 

No. It's always the strength.

"He 'who' covers the sky with his hand," they whisper. "The gods who once played with universes like orbs... he'll make them swallow their own spit in fear."

Wang Xiao's gaze hardens as he stares at his reflection. 

The weak are forgotten... Strength is all that matters.

"The world doesn't care for the weak," Wang Xiao whispers to his reflection. "Your woman will turn her back, people will spit on your name... They'll forget you ever existed... everything you did for them would be insignificant and forgetten...Strength is all that truly matters."

And so, Wang Xiao will take what's his.

The gods, playing with the universe like toys, will fall. The devils, pulling at the strings of fate, will lose their grip. He will strip them of their power, their kingdoms, their very souls, if that's what it takes.

He isn't their pawn. Not anymore.

Would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have given themselves so easily? Would they have even cared?

No.

It's always the strength.

Wang Xiao is no longer the man he once was. No longer human. No longer weak. He is the deviant.

And the world will soon know what that truly means.



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Warning: The Novel is based upon a fictional Earth, and any resemblance is mere coincidence!

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Deviant: No Longer Human

Wang Xiao couldn't help but turn towards Aurora, his eyes narrowing in confusion as the letters swiftly evaporated, whisked away by a mysterious, chilling breeze.

Still harboring a flicker of disbelief, Aurora shook her head slowly, her face marked by a shadow of unease. "It's... the Call of Death."

"What is the Call of Death?" Wang Xiao's frown deepened, his tone filled with apprehension at the sinister implications of the name.

Aurora replied, her gaze clouded and somber, "I can't decipher this script myself, but it's the same ancient language discovered on the relics unearthed during the Pangean era, from civilizations that existed long before ours, lost to the sands of time."

"And?" Wang Xiao asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

The Call of Death! — Language of Gods! (2)