Omega1

22nd Century. An era hailed as the Age of Advancement and Peace.

And for the better half of the century, it was an era where humanity lived side by side with alien races, their united empire ever expanding and flourishing.

But the peace that everyone thought would last forever was taken by the very people who swore to keep it.

The entire galaxy was plunged into war, a conflict fueled by the insatiable greed of those at the top, hidden behind the age-old lie that the enemy wished to destroy them.

Vlad Igor was just another nameless soldier in the galactic war, a conflict that stripped him of everything he held dear, first his peace and then his family. 

When he thought the senseless war was over, their rulers betrayed him once more, taking away his hope.

Vlad died, and as Darkness engulfed his senses, he thought he could finally rest, but fate had other plans for him.

Sent back in time, Vlad found himself in the beginning of when everything began, when the first embers of the great war were just beginning to ignite, shaping the future that took everything from him.

Vlad could now enter the world of Ascension and, with his knowledge and experience, amass power and influence that could possibly prevent the war.

But can Vlad, a lone man, stand against the Titans who rule hundreds of stars, command billions, and will stop at nothing, pay any price, to keep their grip on power?

MMORPG: Ascension of the Strongest Spirit Master

Vlad took a deep breath. The air tasted bitter and toxic, but it was not harmful, on the contrary, it felt comfortable.

He opened his eyes, his fingers closing around the hilt of the sickle as he examined the weapon, not surprised seeing that Vel hadn't manifested as a reaper's scythe since it was to be expected with dual nature.

'The transformation and these chained sickles are a direct reflection of Vel's nature,' Vlad thought as he stretched his wings, feeling his connection with them and his innate understanding of how to use them easily.

'She is shy and timid, too hesitant to do anything, let alone strike directly. A full frontal assault is not her style.'

Victory