Chapter 20: The Throne of Eternity
The Pantheon trembled.
The very foundations of the divine realm—laws that had governed existence for eons—began to crack.
Rheon stood at the center of it all, his presence an anomaly, an intrusion into a space never meant for mortals. And yet, he was no longer mortal.
The gods did not breathe, yet in that moment, it felt as if the entire Pantheon had held their breath.
Then—the Prime God moved.
A single step.
A single shift in its presence.
And reality itself warped.
"Begone."
With that one word, a force greater than any weapon, any decree, any cosmic law, descended upon Rheon.
It was pure erasure.
Not destruction.
Not death.
But absolute nullification.
The will of the gods rejecting his very existence.
The Pantheon watched, waiting for him to vanish, waiting for their reality to correct itself, waiting for order to be restored.
But instead—
Rheon took a step forward.
And the power meant to erase him broke apart.
Shattered like fragile glass.
The Prime God's expression darkened.
Rheon tilted his head. "Is that all?"
The Pantheon reacted.
A thousand divine weapons manifested at once—spears forged from the first dawn, blades woven from the light of creation, arrows tipped with the concept of inevitability itself.
They unleashed everything.
The sky burned. The stars wept. The divine realm itself cried out.
But as the storm of celestial wrath descended upon him—
Rheon simply raised his hand.
And every weapon—ceased to exist.
Not deflected. Not countered.
Simply denied.
The silence that followed was deafening.
For the first time, the gods felt something they had never experienced before.
Helplessness.
And then Rheon spoke again.
"You are no longer gods."
He raised his hand—
And the Pantheon collapsed.
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The Fall of the Pantheon
It was not a battle.
It was judgment.
One by one, the gods fell. Their divine forms shattered, their endless authority stripped away. The very laws they had created turned against them.
The Throne of Eternity—the seat of absolute power—began to shake.
The Prime God stood alone.
All others had been erased.
It stared at Rheon, its form flickering, its once-limitless power unraveling before its eyes.
"Why?"
Its voice was no longer commanding.
No longer divine.
It was… small.
Afraid.
Rheon stepped onto the first of the golden steps leading to the Throne.
"You ruled through a system that bound all existence. You thought yourself above the cycle."
Another step.
"But you forgot one thing."
Another step.
The Prime God tried to speak, but its voice failed.
Rheon reached the top of the stairs, standing before the Throne of Eternity.
A seat meant only for absolute authority.
The Prime God collapsed to its knees.
"You forgot that power is not given."
Rheon reached out, his hand passing through the Prime God's form—
And took its essence.
He absorbed its very existence.
He became the new law.
As the last remnants of the old god vanished, Rheon turned, slowly lowering himself onto the Throne.
A new law spread across all creation.
The System was no more.
A new order had begun.
And at its center—
Sat the one who had torn the gods from their throne.
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The New Era Begins
In the mortal realm, people looked to the sky.
The old notifications, the System's laws—gone.
But something new took its place.
A single line of text appeared before all beings.
[The System has ended.]
[A New Order has begun.]
And beneath that message—
A name.
Rheon, the Sovereign of Fate.
The era of the gods had ended.
And the reign of a new king had begun.
The Birth of a Sovereign
A hush fell across creation.
The gods were gone. The System was no more.
And atop the Throne of Eternity, Rheon sat—his presence alone sending ripples through the very fabric of existence.
The divine realm, once a place of unchallenged order, now stood as a broken husk, its skies shattered, its ground cracked, and its laws rewritten.
But as Rheon gazed into the infinite expanse before him, he realized—his work was not yet finished.
For though he had slain the gods, he had not yet reshaped the world.
He had not yet decided its fate.
And in the silence, a voice emerged.
A whisper.
One that had existed long before the gods themselves.
"Now, what will you create?"
Rheon exhaled. His hand clenched the armrest of the Throne.
Power unlike any before coiled around him, awaiting his command.
And then—he spoke.
"Let the new era begin."
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The Shattered World
In the mortal realm, the change was immediate.
Mountains shifted, oceans stilled, the sun itself paused in the sky. The people of the kingdoms stared upward, watching as the heavens above twisted into something new.
Cities built on the principles of the old System crumbled, unable to sustain themselves without its rules.
But something else was happening.
Power was being redistributed.
Abilities that once required permissions, classes, and levels were now raw forces—wielded by those strong enough to claim them.
The weak who had relied on the System's structure fell into chaos.
But the strong—those who had fought, adapted, and survived?
They thrived.
The world had become something greater.
Something unrestrained.
And for the first time in eons—mortals were free.
Yet, with freedom came danger.
Because where there was no System, there were no limits.
And with the death of the gods, something darker stirred from the depths of the void.
Something even the gods had once feared.
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The Return of the Forgotten Ones
Far beyond the mortal plane, in the depths where even gods refused to tread, an ancient force awoke.
A prison—one built long before the first divine throne—shattered.
And from its depths, they came.
Not gods. Not mortals.
Something beyond both.
The Forgotten Ones.
Entities erased from history, sealed away by the Pantheon out of fear.
With the gods gone, there was no one left to hold them back.
Their whispers slithered into reality, spreading like a sickness.
And in the ruins of an ancient kingdom, a man opened his eyes.
He had been dead for centuries.
Yet now, he rose.
And as he took his first breath, a single message burned into the sky—written in a language that had been lost before time began.
[The First Seal Has Been Broken.]
The new era had begun.
But with it—so had the war for existence.