Vee_High

"I wished them immortality but my thirst for redemption caused them suffering, I gave them eternity yet brought the end of the world" Ethan mumbled as he dragged himself from the ruins of the Golden throne.
"You should understand me, human, what I wanted, was eternal happiness...yet I received torments from my own wish" 

"You call me a human, aren't you the same?" Replied a faint voice.

Ethan laughed in response before saying
" Human? I am beyond humanity, I am..."

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The world was no longer what it once used to be. A thousand years after the birth of Nexulytes, people who were able to wield Nexus energy and awakened miraculous talents with unimaginable abilities, the earth had fallen to the brink of near extinction with just less than twenty percent of its population left.

The Dreamscape, also known as the reflection of the real world, was a space that was shockingly similar to the real world and copied every small detail of the real world. Their only difference was that the Dreamscape was not a place where humans could move about easily as even the strongest Nexulyte could die without knowing how.
Years after the appearance of the dreamscape and multiple gateways spammed all across earth, giving the horrors of the dreamscape access to the real world; they unleashed chaos and a hundred years of bloody battle were the consequences of humanity's late response.

In a world where those with talents were worshiped and respected, a boy who hated Nexulytes and wished all of them could die ended up becoming one himself. Not only did he become what he hated, but he awakened a talent that he had never heard of or known about. How was he supposed to survive the fusion with a seemingly useless talent or was he ever going to find out the secret of his talent and the birth of the dreamscape?

THE STRONGEST NEXULYTE

It was the Blightbeast that Glen had escaped from!

Of course, Ivan didn't know that Glen had also met the Blightbeast but was saved by the shifting labyrinth.

The Blightbeast walked out from the blood wall as if the wall was invisible and not as sturdy as a fortress, it was munching on the severed head of the Venomthorn Hydra while gazing at it.

What the hell was going on? Are these two fighting?

Ivan glanced at the two. The Blightbeast had a few scratches and some chunks of flesh missing from its body; it was covered in black liquid that caused the sores on its body to rot faster, but its injuries were nowhere close to the condition that the Venomthorn Hydra was in.

It only had one head left, its other two heads were missing and blood tendrils were forming in their place, and on its body were multiple claw wounds and bite marks.

USING THE GOLDEN SWORD AGAIN