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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

Thunder roared across the divine skies.

In the Hall of Concord, the throne room of the gods, chaos stirred beneath veiled elegance. Twelve thrones lined the hall—each seat filled by a being whose name shaped creation. They were silent now. Tense. Watching.

A floating mirror projected the aftermath of the battle.

Justine knelt in a crater of holy marble, divine light flickering around her broken wings. Blood stained her white robes. And above her stood Hajun, mortal—but radiating divine energy.

"He copied Seraph's Domain," spat Arkenos, the God of Justice. His jaw tightened. "That shouldn't be possible."

"It wasn't," murmured Seirune, the Goddess of Time. Her golden eyes narrowed. "Not unless the system has evolved… or awakened something ancient."

"He's still a mortal," another scoffed.

"No," Seirune whispered. "Not anymore."

A low chuckle echoed from the highest seat, where a hooded figure leaned back—The Architect, the god who once designed the tower itself.

"I warned you," the Architect said, his voice like the creak of old wood. "That boy was never meant to die. You forced fate's hand—and now, fate is bleeding."

The gods had watched mortals rise and fall for eons. But this was different. Hajun was not rebelling—he was ascending.

Artemis, the War Goddess, stood. Her spear trembled with excitement.

"I say we test him. Send a Trial. If he survives..."

"And if he wins?" Seirune asked coldly.

Because they all remembered who he used to be.

Chapter 78: The Gods Tremble