Chapter 75: God's Invitation

The divine scroll crumbled into motes of golden light in Hajun's hand, disintegrating like ash caught in the wind.

He didn't need to read it twice.

"We summon thee to ascend."

That was all it said. No signature. No emblem. But he recognized the divine aura immediately.

It was the same feeling as the day he died.

The day the gods turned on him.

His gaze swept over the stunned crowd. Instructors frozen. Students whispering. His enemies trembling.

And then, at the edge of the training field—Winter.

She didn't flinch under his gaze.

Instead, she took a step forward, eyes glinting like frost under moonlight. Not fear. Not awe. Something else.

"I'll go," Hajun said aloud, cutting through the tension. "But not as a servant of gods."

The crowd stirred.

He turned his back, walking calmly toward the exit as if the gods themselves didn't scare him anymore. Because they didn't.

Not after what they'd done.

Not after what Justine did.

His footsteps echoed louder than the murmurs behind him. Every student would remember this moment.

The boy they bullied.

The loser they mocked.

The one who just declared war on the heavens.

Winter's voice reached him just before he stepped out.

"Hajun."

He paused.

"If you climb that tower…" Her voice was cold, but her eyes burned. "Come back alive. You still owe me a duel."

He didn't smile, but his voice carried a quiet promise.

"I always pay my debts."

Then, with the weight of fate on his shoulders, Hajun disappeared into the light of the divine gate.

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