Orclion

Existence was divided into three realms.

The Heavenly Realm. The Earthen Realm. The Infernal Realm.

Below them, countless minor realms of all types existed, none able to match the might of any of the Three Fundamental realms.

The Celestials led the Heavenly Realm, The Immortals led the Earthen Realm and Demons led the Infernal Realm while the Rulers controlled all the minor realms.

Together, they formed The Myriad Unity and allowed peace to reign supreme.

The mortals were allowed to cultivate and reach for the Heavens as a balance was installed between the Heaven and Earth, all according to the Heaven’s Will.

And yet, among the billions of trillions of living beings within the Myriad Unity, one seemed unsatisfied.

“They are lying to us.”

This man went against all known truths and contradicted the very gods.

“We are in a false world! Mere pawns used to study an outcome!”

And so in search of freedom and truth, this man committed the ultimate taboo.

He rebelled.

Against The True Gods

Viryon, the so-called Scarlet Venom Dragon, sat atop a mountain of dragon corpses, his body drenched in blood that was not his own.

A frown marred his face as he bit into a mound of flesh. "These sacks of shit always look so strong, only to end up being… so pathetic."

He spat out the flesh, his frown deepening.

"And they taste like actual fucking shit. I hate them."

Throwing the meat in his hands into the distance, he spat again and hopped off the mountain of corpses.

Dusting his bloody robes, he methodically cleaned off the blood caking his body.

Suddenly, a man appeared before him, one nearly identical to himself. The only difference between them was the man's burning black hair and his immaculate appearance.

Viryon met his brother's sharp gaze—Teryon.

"Mother has already told you multiple times to stop eating strangers' flesh," Teryon said sternly.

Luck(IV)