Nightmare Den

"I thought we restrained the Origin God?"

The Master Path's angry voice echoed in a boundless darkness-filled plain. 

"He should not have been able to communicate," 

there was a moment of silence before a calm and collected voice responded. "You lost your soul, don't blame anyone for your misfortune! You promised the young lad a chance and still decided to destroy his universe when his soul was already in your hands. That's backstabbing and it already has a side effect. This is it!" 

The Master Path was suddenly infuriated. 

"I and All-Heavens fought to make you the true ruler. You are being disguised as the Origin God because of our help, do not make me regret it." 

An angry bellow resounded: "How brazen!" 

"You must have made me the Origin God or disguised me, but you do not have to right to speak to me in such manner, do not undermine me."

The Dao of Time was silent. 

"I want to reverse time one last time, this time it would be the last and I need your permission for that." 

The strange voice spoke with a sneer, "oh so you needed something and you decided to raise your voice in the first place. Foolish denizen, you have just one last chance." 

A pathway suddenly opened and a powerful time breeze blew in causing time at that very moment to run fast like it was fleeing from something. 

The Dao of Time stared at the Time Gate. To tell that even the Dao of Time himself needed to pay a bit of prize just to reverse time. He moved into the open entrance, however when he stepped into the time vault and looked upon the entire universe, his eyes widened. 

Time could no longer be reversed from that point after Grant has been killed and buried within the four Abysses. 

After the universe was destroyed, a lot of time had passed and everything was still all void and empty. The only time that the Master Path could reverse was to the very point when the four abysses closed up. 

"Impossible!" 

The Dao of Time screamed, frustration and anger in his tone. 

"What is going on?" 

The Dao of Time, Master Path stared at a certain emptiness and spoke; "I can't reverse time." 

"What are you saying?" 

The Master Path gritted his teeth. "That I cannot reverse time. Like, I've been blocked out." 

There was an incomparable silence and then an explosive voice.

"Let's try other time bearers. Maybe the true origin god simply locked you out." 

Several seconds later and two men walked in bearing mysterious time staffs. The power of time was truly terrifying, however not every power is omnipotent. 

When the two men arrived, they stepped into the time Gate and stood upon the time vault. 

However, they both came out with the same expression as the Master Path. Everyone knew who the Master Path was. Even these two time bearers could not compare to him in the aspect of controlling time, but he could not reverse time anymore, that included the time bearers. 

The Master Path stared at the emptiness and said; "you have to act yourself. Your powers is many leagues above my own."

But then a strange silence permeated the entire space until the calm voice returned.

"I can't use the power of time." 

The Master Path was suddenly horrified.

"How? What is going on? Why can't you use the power of time? Your mastery of the power of time and my own mastery is not the same, so how can you of all person lose yours?!"

The voice remained silent for a while. No one could see it so no one knows exactly what it looked like. It finally replied: 

"You gave that human a pendant with your powers in it. The Origin God gave the human's mother a pendant with his own power. That woman gave that pendant to her son and now, he knows the truth about us. Currently he is being groomed by the Origin God to take revenge for him and release his body from our captivity!" 

The Master Path was in doubt.

"He's dead, how is he being groomed?" 

"Do not underestimate the Origin God. He was even able to command his Dao of Sword at the last moment which out matched every one of you powerhouses that were sent into that universe to annihilate it. Even I cannot compare to him." 

The voice sounded so solemn that the Master Path felt chills crawl down his spine.

"Where's the boy?" 

"You can't find him! Only when he returns you will see him. Even I can't find it."

The Master Path's face was scrunched up. "Then how did you know all this?" 

There was a period of silence, calmness and suddenly tension. It replied; "I spoke to the Origin God, he's returning with a surprise!" 

Every faces there was pale as a white sheet.

***

In an endless void which drifted among dark rings and billowing space, a pair of eyes snapped open and then, and otherworldly energy blasted forth parting the void around and causing a chain-reaction among the drifting rings. 

A figure stood at the center of it all and his silver hair moved in the wind. It was Grant. At first, he looked around very confused, but then he was shocked by what he saw. 

[Initiating host's past memories]

[Scanning...]

[Processing the memories of host to prevent against brain damages]

[Memories intact and dangers averted] 

Immediately, memories began to pool in and Grant's eyes widened. 

'Wait… why am I still alive?'

He remembered the abysses tearing his body apart and each abyss taking a part and burning it up in it's immolating flames. Grant suddenly cringed at the thought of his death.

The death was so painful that Grant did not want to ever think of it, however his eyes flashed. The Master Path! Fury suddenly ignited within him and the void suddenly bent all the way to the back. His fist balled and the space was pressed downwards and cracks appeared everywhere. 

And then, he realized that he had a crazy strength that could affect everything around him. Then, confusion settles in. 

'What is going on? Previously, he only had the strength of a Saint and now, it was even much more terrifying than even the ossis ark's killing ability, obviously above the Primordial stage. 

Grant immediately looked at himself and suddenly realized that he was no longer himself. He was someone else. His hair was silver, his eyes was silver, he draped a silver linen over his shoulder and a white gown around his body. 

"Where am I?" 

Suddenly:

[Welcome host to the Nightmare Den] 

[You are being chosen by the Origin God to avenge his cause] 

[You possess the Origin God's powerful affinity, however in the beginning, everything started from a point] 

Grant was wondering what that meant when suddenly, all of the unimaginable power was sapped away from his body. The void which had been previously bent in one direction by him suddenly mocked him. What a strange feeling. 

Grant was embarrassed that he wished that the ground would open up and swallow him. But too bad, there was no ground level and everything around him simply drifted. 

Curious, he asked:

"What is a Nightmare Den?" 

[A Nightmare Den is a ruined magical world where the strong is tested and the weak is brutally killed] 

It continued,

[It's been a hundred million years after the destruction of multiple paralleled universes, and the Origin God created the Nightmare Den to test, kill and bless humans]

Grant listened carefully.

[Now, the Nightmare den remains the most popular infection that can either kill a person or bless a person]

[Are you ready for the Nightmare Den?]

Grant tilted his head to the side and asked:

"Who are you?"

[I am the fifth messenger from the Origin God] 

Grant's eyes widened. 

"Wait, it means that there are five of us that is chosen specially by the Origin God?" 

[Yes]

"Whoa, this is pretty interesting." 

The Origin God had created the Nightmare den for humanity after the universe has been destroyed by the Master Path. Now, somewhere in the vast and boundless reaches of the Megaverse, humans existed. When the Master Path erased everything, he also erased the source of cultivation. Now, the only source is the Nightmare den which can only become a blessing or a curse. 

Now coming to the part of the special five. These are people who will be used by the Origin God. They would possess the Origin God's essence and will bear his mark. Previously, Grant had seen that the Master Path was actually the one behind the descent of the Origin God. 

The Origin God had never been the one to command their human universe to be annihilated, rather it was the imposter. Someone who is pretending to be the Origin God. That fateful day, touching that pendant had awakened something within him which was called, "Sixth Sense" it enhanced his six vision, sixth hearing, sixth feeling and Sixth observation. His body was very sensitive.

After the tree of life had withered, the nexual healing essence had merged with his own and gave him a powerful alignment called "the healing breath" so Grant would not be worried about healing himself in a time where it is greatly needed.

Now, his hatred for the Master Path had spiked tremendously. If possible, he wanted to become very powerful so that he would be able to render to him a very painful torture that will leave him useless for the rest of his life. 

[Are you ready for the Nightmare den]

"Yes!" 

Suddenly the world warped and twisted.

[Check your runes for your details and see your affinity and ability]

Grant was surprised. 

"My details? Like a system?" 

Grant took a deep breath. System? How do I summon the system panel; 

"Uh, windows? Shift… err, runes? Open? You get the general point! Open details." 

Immediately, a set of runes opened up. 

SYSTEM

Name:- Alvis Grant

Class:- Seeker

Rank:- Dormant

Personality:- None

Soul core: [1/15]

Attributes:- [Fragments of shadows], [Stalwart] and [War God]

Ability:- None

Affinity:- [Supreme Shadows], [Divine Gate] and [Dark Tendrils]

Fragments:- [0/1000]

Grant was surprised. 

"My first name was changed to Alvis?" 

Then there was a reply; 

[Your name Grant becomes your first name and Alvis becomes your last name]

Grant's eyes widened. 

"So, from now on I will answer Alvis?"

[Yes]

The void and space dropped momentum and a spatial crack opened up within the fabric of reality. 

The gateway towards the Nightmare den was forming and everything else seem to collapse around the tide of nothingness.