Paul_Okito

"When the sky weeps and the stars vanish, the child of two bloods shall rise. And with his choice, the world shall either fall... or be reborn."

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The heavens trembled as gods waged war, shattering the balance of the world below. With Olympia in chaos, the orcs seized their chance, rising against elves, humans, and dwarves in a brutal conquest.

Amid the divine struggle, Ragon—son of Zeus and an Olympian god—found himself betrayed. Unable to overthrow Zeus, the gods turned their wrath on his demigod son, striking him down before he could ascend to true godhood. But death was not the end.

His spirit, on the brink of divinity wandered the mortal realm until it found an unlikely vessel—a slain noble child whose adopted father, an Elven overlord, had infused his body with forbidden magic, granting him  unnatural longevity. Seizing the opportunity, Ragon took over the child's body, determined to reclaim his power, defy fate, and carve his own path among gods and mortals alike.

The Noble Blood

Ragon stood by the window, his gaze distant as he contemplated his next steps. He was not one to act recklessly—his every move was calculated, deliberate. He folded his arms and turned slightly toward Modrith.

"I need to raise my elven rank to at least six as quickly as possible," Ragon said firmly, his voice calm but resolute.

Modrith, standing with his hands behind his back, nodded thoughtfully. "Your Majesty, the easiest path for an elf to cultivate is the Path of Archery. It's a basic and efficient path for ranking up. However…" He paused, his expression clouding with concern.

Ragon raised an eyebrow. "However, what?"

Modrith sighed. "Due to the fact that you are already cultivating other paths, the Path of Archery may not be viable for you. You would need more than ten spiritual veins to balance it, and it requires a minimum of one hundred spiritual veins to cultivate effectively. That is… not something most beings can achieve."

Path Of Archery