After I became the guardian of this world.My world.I fought as a true Hero not for glory, not for a throne, but to protect. I bled, I killed, I sacrificed, all for the people who later stabbed me.Even though I refused the god - given throne, the power and dominion that came with it. Just because it could make those I called my comrade.Those of my worldSubjected to my willNow? They've brought me this."Ngwan Le—today is the day you dieee!"The voice thundered from above. A figure hovered in the sky, looking down on me not like prey, not like an insect—something worse. Disposable.An extraterrestrial mercenary. Contracted by my very own people, now here demanding my life.I didn't flinch. Instead, I raised a hand and pointed at him, a grin curling across my face."Hahahahahaha!" My laugh tore through the silence. "With your skills, you alone aren't worthy to make me kneel—let alone kill me."The crowd gasped. He scowled."Make you kneel? I don't care for that," he snapped. "But ki

With a deliberate motion, Roderick pulls something with an otherworldly glow out of a dimensional space.Some of the people looking at Mei Li, who was standing beside Roderick while protesting, recognised what Roderick held in his hands.Gasps erupted from the onlookers"Look at what Roderick is holding in his hand, isn't that our world fortune source?" Exclaimed someone with a confounded look."Yes, that is it, but why is it in his hand in the first place?" Another person mused.Whisper filled the airSomething was up, Roderick was holding our world fortune source and the people looking at it noticed it and questioned themselves"Wasn't Roderick the one who told us that Ngwan Le sized the world source for his own benefits? Didn't he claim that the world source was the wellspring of Ngwan Le's formidable power?" A woman's voice pierced through the chatter."Yes, he even recounted his encounter with Ngwan Le, insisting the world source was stolen and that the whole situation was merely

It was at a time before the extraterrestrials ever set foot upon the earth.Droplets of water froze midair, hanging like scattered gems. The wind held its breath. Light from the sky didn’t just dim — it vanished, as though the heavens themselves had gone blind.Everything seemed as if time itself had halted, yet the daily lives of people carried on as if nothing were wrong. Despite the natural course of life stopping, everyone moved in their routines.And then, from beneath the soil, it began. Wisps of raw essence—ancient, luminous, alive—spiraled upward all across the world. They seeped from deserts, from oceans, from cracked sidewalks in forgotten towns. The earth itself exhaled.Minutes later, the world shuddered, then snapped back into motion. Light returned, winds stirred, droplets fell. Normalcy reigned once more.But nothing was normal.That moment had been a birth cry.The birth of the one who would shake the world—Ngwan Le Tou.Ngwan Le was born complete.Strength, talent, w

The night was quiet until a voice split through it, heavy and persuasive, like the toll of a distant bell.“A message,” the preacher said, his words drifting through the village square like smoke. “A message that stirs the desire for a greater Will. Not the weak Will that fades like mist… but a Will that endures. A Will untouched by wall or poison. A Will that bends even death itself.”The villagers exchanged looks. Some paused in their steps, others leaned out from their doorways, lanterns flickering in hand.He paused, letting the silence stretch before his tone dipped lower, unsettling.“A Will sought at the mention of a peculiar word. And those who seek it? As countless as the stars above.”Then, suddenly, his voice thundered like a storm.“That Will—the one you seek—is a god!”The force of it startled a stray dog into barking, but the people didn’t flinch. Instead, a young man near the well scoffed, whispering, “Another zealot.” His neighbor rolled his eyes and muttered, “Always