HJ_Crimson

Feared by gods. Revered by mortals.
Lohan Ardyn, the greatest battle mage to ever walk the tower, was betrayed at the height of his power—not by an enemy, but by Justine, his most beloved student, who ascended to godhood by striking him down.

Fifty years later, Lohan awakens… reborn as a powerless, bullied student at the very academy that once trained legends. Stripped of his strength and status, his name lost to time, he begins again in a world that has long moved on.

But the gods made one fatal mistake: they didn’t kill his mind.
Armed with a mysterious System that lets him copy any skill, ancient knowledge of forbidden magic, and battle instincts honed in countless wars, Lohan sets his sights on one thing—climbing the tower once more.

This time, not to rise.
But to burn the heavens.

And as he draws the attention of Winter, an aloof S-rank prodigy with untouchable power, Lohan must walk a thin line—between vengeance and salvation, between past regrets and the future he never thought he’d have.

The gods wanted him erased.
Now, they’ll remember why they feared him.

Godbreaker: Rise of the Battle Mage

The moment their eyes locked, the world held its breath.

Justine summoned her divine spear—Seraph's Fang, glowing with holy runes that sang ancient hymns. Her divine aura spread like wildfire, making the air shimmer.

Just him—and the System thrumming in his veins.

[Skill: Divine Spear Mastery - Copied.]

[Skill: Celestial Pressure - Copied.]

[Analyzing God-rank Techniques... Success.]

"...You still think copying makes you worthy?" Justine asked, voice cold.

Hajun stepped forward, his foot cracking the divine marble.

"I made you a god," he said. "And I'll unmake you."

With a flick, Justine vanished. Heaven's Step.

She reappeared behind him, her spear aiming for his heart.

With a twist, he snapped the shaft in half, spun, and drove his knee into her gut. Justine flew back, smashing into a divine statue—shattering it.

She rose, blood trailing down her lip. "Then I won't hold back."

She summoned twelve angelic wings. Divine light rained down like meteors, the ground turning to molten gold.

Hajun dodged between them like a phantom. Each movement sharpened by his crazy battle instincts. He weaved through divine attacks as if they were rehearsed choreography.

[Skill: Seraph's Domain – Copied.]

[Activating: Mortal Override – System Adaptation Protocol.]

Golden runes circled his body, clashing with Justine's light. A mortal wielding divine essence—unnatural. Blasphemous.

"STOP!" she screamed, charging again.

Each blow echoed with the past they once shared.

Her scream tore through the skies. But Hajun's fist found her face.

Justine crashed through the temple walls, divine blood painting the ruins.

He stood above her, chest heaving, a shadow amidst heavenly light.

"Next time," he said coldly, "I won't hold back."

Chapter 77: Storm of Betrayal