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"The war was won, but I barely contributed. So many flaws in my commands, so many mistakes. No plans... nothing...".., Mark floated in space, gazing at distant stars, the vast and quiet void around him only deepening his loneliness.
His massive, imposing figure seed insignificant against the infinite expanse of the universe—just a speck of dust, a microbe in a cosmic sea.
"If I'm going to survive—no, if I want to live a long life—I have to be smarter. I need to plan ahead, always have a backup."His voice was low, almost a whisper as if he was speaking more to himself than to the universe. "If that Rank 3 was even a millisecond late, I would've been erased... gone."....,Mark's face remained impassive, but his mind was far from calm.
Unlike Void, who felt nothing, Mark was devastated by the death of his loved ones. Born an orphan with only a little sister, that sister—his only family—was now gone, lost in this twisted ga. His grief was suffocating, lingering, and ever-present.
He drifted forward, his arms spread wide as though trying to embrace sothing... soone. But what he hugged was only empty space. He imagined, hoped, wished it was his sister. If he could just hold her one more ti...
"Just a minute..."....,A single tear slipped from his eyes as his arms pulled inwards, hugging only his own body. His strong, warm fra felt strange, unfamiliar, even to himself.
"What am I even living for? What's the point...?"...., His voice cracked as more tears fell, his eyes closing. "Mom's dead, Dad's dead, my sister's gone. I don't even have a girlfriend. So... what's the point?
What do I gain by surviving?"....,
The silence of space consud him, but the heaviness in his chest remained.
"Even if I beca the strongest... then what?"....., His voice was barely audible, the weight of his sorrow threatening to break him.
Suddenly, Mark's eyes shot open, sharp and determined. His body straightened, and the tears abruptly stopped.
"Wait..."....,His mind raced, and a faint smile crept across his face. "If I get strong enough, I can reverse space and ti. I can go back... I can save them. That's my goal!"
He looked into the distant darkness, but what he saw was different now. He saw his sister waiting for him at the end of it all—his sister, his mother, his father, even though he'd never seen them. The vision gave him hope.
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**In the God's Plane...**
A colossal hall stretched for kiloters, its height reaching the heavens. Statues of battle-hardened warriors, gods of the divine race, stood tall and proud, each one a monunt to their greatest achievents. These were no re imitations of divinity—these gods were the true divine race, born for battle.
One statue, larger than all the others, lood over the hall. And before it stood Kira, speaking with the champion.
Kira faced a god more than twice her size, seated on a massive throne.
"Dad... I promise I'll make you proud."..., Kira said, stepping closer to the imposing figure. She wasn't speaking to so native god—this was her father from her previous life.
"Sothing's happened, Kira... it seems we're divided. The two worlds are separated—old and young, past and future."..,Her father's thunderous voice filled the hall.
"Yes, Father. I'm lucky to have you here... with in this universe. But where are the rest of them?"..., Kira asked, her voice tinged with hope.
"Kira... do you want to hear the truth?"..., Her father's voice was suddenly hesitant, a rare tone for soone of his imnse power. He was tired of lying to his daughter.
"Dad... of course. When can I see Mom and my siblings?".., Kira's excitent was palpable.
"Kira..."..,He paused, his deep voice carrying a hint of regret. "I'm not reincarnated. This is my real body. I should've told you earlier, but on Earth, you wouldn't have believed it."...,
Kira froze, her emotions swirling inside her.
"Dad... what are you saying? You're..."..,Her words trailed off, disbelief washing over her.
"Kira, that was my clone. I needed to break through to Rank 4, but I was wounded by an enemy. My injuries were ntal... every ti I tried to break through, I was disturbed, making it impossible. So, I created a clone to cultivate again."
"The clone started at Rank 1, but..."..,He stopped, watching Kira's reaction. Her face was pale, her body stiff. He sighed.
"Go on, Dad,".., Kira said, her voice cold as she fought back her tears.
"On my clone's journey, it fell into a space rift and ended up in your universe—on your planet, to be precise. It was weakened, stripped of its power. I thought about dismissing it... but I decided to explore. That's when I t your mother."..,A smile crept across her father's face as he rembered the love of his life.
"Kira, she was the best thing that ever happened to . Living with her helped break through. I fell in love with her, and we lived our lives in peace, near nature. We could've been rich, but we chose to be farrs. I often shifted my consciousness into my clone to feel your mother's warmth."..,His voice softened.
"Then, I was blessed with you and your two siblings. Life was perfect... I left my hunger for power behind to be with you."..,Kira's father reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her as the mories brought tears to his eyes.
"Your mom, your siblings, everyone who died on the second day... they're all gone. My clone died, too. I'm sorry, Kira, but you've lost them."
Her father's smile was bittersweet, pain flickering in his eyes.
"I understand, Father. You can't feel what I feel because you have another family here.".., Kira's voice trembled with emotion, her heart aching.
"Kira, I adopted you, placed you above my own sons. I understand, even as a god, we feel emotions too."..,Her father's voice was gentle, trying to reach her.
"But I'm not a god... I'm human!".., Kira's tears flowed freely, her sobs soft and full of grief.
"You're a god now, Kira. Be strong. You're the future of our race, ."..., His voice had returned to its usual stern tone, but his concern for her remained.
"Dad... can't you bring them back?"** Kira asked, her eyes filled with desperation, barely visible behind the tears.
"Kira, as powerful as I am, as eternal as I may seem, even though ti and space don't affect ... I still can't reverse space and ti."..,He gently wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Dad... you're just not strong enough."** Kira pushed his hand away, stepping back. "I'll be strong enough. I'll reverse space and ti, and I'll bring them back."
Kira turned away from her father, her back facing him as she walked out of the hall. The silence was heavy, the weight of her grief hanging in the air.
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***At a Burning Middle World***
A dog-like figure with a burning mane stood over the corpses of various creatures—magma beasts, each towering over 12 ters in height.
"Not enough... She always said I was tiny, thin... But I'm not," Luke muttered angrily, smashing the corpses beneath him into bits.
He rembered how thin he was on Earth. Back then, he had a girlfriend—pretty and hot—and sotis he wondered how he ever got her. One day, though, he found out. He caught her cheating with a man much bigger and stronger than him.
He could still hear her voice as if it were yesterday, the words she spoke while wrapped around the guy:
"Oh yes, baby... Yes... Don't worry about him. I only stayed with him because we were childhood friends. What's good about that skinny body, with that ugly face? Co on, baby, hit harder..."
That voice had acted like a stimulant, pushing Luke to break through the door. Without a second thought, he grabbed the man and threw a punch, not thinking about their difference in size. It was a mistake. Luke was beaten senseless, to the point of unconsciousness.
When he woke up, it wasn't his girlfriend's face he saw. A stranger had rescued him. His girlfriend had run off with the other guy, leaving him behind. The stranger had taken care of him, or else he might have died that night.
Luke clenched the bed sheets then, anger boiling inside him. His hands balled into fists, fingers digging into his palms until they bled.
"The most annoying thing is, you two didn't even live long enough to gloat. You both died that day," Luke spat, his voice tinged with bitterness, his aura flaring with intensity.
"I won't ever be that weak again," he muttered, walking away from the battlefield.
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***At the God's Divine Plane***
Marcule gripped a giant axe, shirtless, gasping for air as sweat dripped from his brow. His muscles scread for rest, but he didn't stop swinging, pushing through the intense training that even a Rank 2 would struggle with.
As he trained, Marcule caught a glimpse of Kira in the corner of his eye. She was walking out of the hall, tears streaming down her face. The other gods stood shocked, but no one dared to approach her. Her steps were firm, her face set with determination. A chilling aura radiated from her, forcing those around her to back away.
Marcule stopped swinging his axe once she was out of sight.
"Jake..." he murmured, and for a mont, the war-thirsty god showed a deep, pained expression. He let the axe fall to the ground, the impact sinking the divine plane by ten ters.
This was the divine plane, built to withstand the blows of Rank 3 beings, yet it gave way under the weight of Marcule's weapon, a testant to its power.
He sat down on the ground—his posture mirroring Thanos after snapping his fingers and wiping out half the universe. Marcule gazed at the far horizon. Unlike other worlds, the divine plane had no night, only a perpetual evening. It was beautiful, filled with the sounds of divine creatures, their roars echoing in the distance.
Rivers flowed softly, and angels flew about, patrolling the skies over each city.
On the divine plane, each sector was governed by a giant city. A sector, in essence, was a world, and Marcule's city was connected to a high-level one.
As he sat there, Marcule's mind drifted to his younger brother, rembering him running around with a red cape tied around his neck, shouting that he was Superman. His brother had been born with a rare, incurable heart disease. Marcule had worked hard to afford a heart transplant to save his life, but their parents had abandoned them years ago, leaving him to care for his sibling alone.
That's why he entered the ga. To gather the money they needed. His brother couldn't participate because of his condition, and now, trapped in the ga, Marcule couldn't log out. He had learned that his ho universe had been destroyed.
"In those stories I read, they could rewind ti... I'll find a way to go back and save you, brother," Marcule vowed, his voice hard, his eyes filled with determination. He lifted his axe once again, moving faster, striking with renewed vigor, refusing to stop.
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