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When the blood awakens, the legend begins...

In a world ruled by gods and shadowed by Ragnarok, a young warrior named Shao discovers a mysterious power coursing through his veins — the blood of the Chosen. A blessing… and a curse.

Torn between sacrifice and redemption, Shao must traverse the Nine Realms, confront fallen gods, and battle the undead. By his side stand Astyr, the swift-hearted warrior, and Hym, the silent giant burdened by a dark past.

But in the end, only one question remains:

Will he save the world
or destroy it to save the one he loves?

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Though the echoes of the "Trial of the Soul" still blazed within him, Xiao had no time to rest. A mysterious force had pulled him into a completely different realm. This time, it wasn't a dark dimension filled with spirits—but an island suspended within an unending tempest.

Clouds clashed like raging beasts. Thunder roared as if the universe itself cried out. And at the center… a black tower resembling the axis of time stood tall, known as the _Eye of the Storm_.

Xiao landed on the island with a thunderous crash, leaving behind a surge of energy that erupted the instant his feet touched the ground. He lifted his gaze to the sky and saw the storm swirling violently around him—but never touching him.

> "This place… is trying to isolate me."

He could sense that time flowed differently here.

Every step he took passed through a thousand possibilities.

*Encounter with the "Distorted Warden"*

At the tower's entrance stood a towering being, its body a fusion of metal and bone, eyes glowing yellow.

> *Warden:* "Who are you… to profane the Eye of the Storm?"

> *Xiao:* "I'm someone tired of being a tool in fate's hand."

The warden laughed—a sound like steel being shattered.

> *Warden:* "Then you're the chosen one… Then come taste fury!"

And he lunged with a colossal sword, jagged like meteor shards.

Xiao dodged the first strike with grace—but quickly realized that time froze with every clash. Each blow reshaped the battle anew, as if the events were repeating hundreds of times, seeking out the _most catastrophic_ outcome.

> "This isn't a battle of flesh… it's a battle of probabilities,"

Xiao declared, channeling his energy.

He activated his _Shadow Split_ ability, multiplying into three versions of himself—each fighting in a different possible outcome.

Though powerful, the warden couldn't contend with multiversal combat.

In a brilliant moment of convergence, the three versions struck together at one point—piercing the warden's chest. The giant fell like a collapsing mountain.

Xiao entered the tower. Inside, it felt like a living labyrinth: walls shifting in shape, stairways melting and rebuilding in reverse.

But something within him had changed.

He began hearing the echo of his inner voice guiding him.

His mother's voice. His childhood voice. Even whispers of his enemies.

All of them coiled within his mind.

In the tower's depths, he discovered a room of glass—with a cracked mirror inside.

He stepped closer… and saw a version of himself standing beside his deceased mother.

> "Had you chosen a simple life… perhaps you'd be here now."

Xiao closed his eyes and struck the mirror with his fist.

> "I wasn't born to live someone else's life."

The walls collapsed. The tower's ceiling opened to reveal a breathtaking vision:

He saw the Nine Realms burning. Gods locked in battle.

And he saw himself seated on a dark throne… alone.

Then a voice surged from deep within the storm:

> "Every power gained… takes something in return.

Are you ready… to pay the price?"

> "In the Eye of the Storm… only those with calm hearts survive the chaos of the world."

chapter 46: Eye of the Storm