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After getting hit by a car, Nolan thought death would bring him peace. But instead of resting in heaven, he wakes up in a world of gods and power.


Reincarnated in the Academy of Heavenly Descendants, Nolan now finds himself surrounded by the heirs of mythological deities—each wielding divine power beyond imagination.


But there's a problem: the body he reincarnated into is cursed.


Without the ability to cultivate Divine Essence, Nolan is labeled as worthless, an outcast in a world where strength means everything.


Just as he’s about to lose hope, a voice echoes in his mind:


[Congratulations, Host Has Awakened The God King System!]


[Initial Bloodline Scan Beginning...]


[Scan Completed]


[Host Has Awakened the Power of Kratos, the God of Strength and War!]


Equipped with a system that enables him to contract thousands of various mythological bloodlines, Nolan journeys across the limitless planes of existence, searching for the absolute power to achieve his ultimate goal—freedom!


A path many have embarked on, but none have succeeded.


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God's Slave: Reincarnated Into an Academy of Heavenly Descendants

Immediately, a bright light covered Nolan's existence, blinding his senses. Before a second had passed, his eyes opened up, and he felt the ground beneath his feet solidify.

Nolan's dagger appeared in his hand, and he instinctively jumped away from where he had landed, his dagger pointed forward towards where he formerly stood, eyes flashing in cautiousness.

But as he quickly scanned the area, noticing no one around him, he stood upright, taking in the environment with a clear look.

It was a vast, snowy battlefield that stretched endlessly, the remnants of war scattered across its landscape.

The ground was an uneven terrain, marked by craters filled with ice and shattered weapons and armor sticking out from the earth.

Once-vibrant banners, each with different symbols, lay tattered and faded on the ground.

Nolan watched as they flapped weakly in the biting wind, their colors barely discernible under the thick layer of frost.

The Kratos First Trail