They Betrayed a God: My Rise to Absolute Power

Three years ago, the strongest Sovereigns in the hidden world had to sacrifice three entire cities just to shatter my Divine Core. Today, a man wearing cheap cologne and an ugly designer suit was trying to buy my wife.

Ten million dollars, Aria," Julian Cross said, leaning back on the white leather sofa of the Sterling Manor. He shook his whiskey glass and smiled as if it was his own. My last offer is to bail out Sterling Corp., and in return you sign over fifty-one percent of the shares.

He stopped, his hungry eyes scouring her body up and down. “Oh, and one more thing; you divorce this piece of trash.”

Julian jabbed his shorn finger at me.

I didn't look up. I simply continued to wipe the glass coffee table with a damp cloth. I had no memory of my own face. I had no memory of my own face. I was Kaelen Vance, the infamous "live-in loser" of Ravenwood City. I was nothing but a beggar to the world, and a beautiful granddaughter of Old Man Sterling was forced to marry me before his death.

Aria's voice was as cold as cracked ice. "Julian. With her arms folded, she stood by the window. Even stressed and exhausted, my wife was breathtaking. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her black business suit hugged her perfect figure. However, her eyes blazed with rage. " Sterling Corp is not for sale. And my marriage, no matter how much of a joke it is, is none of your business. Get out of my house."

The boy Julian stood up and sneered. He tightened his suit jacket, his face becoming ugly. You're playing a dangerous game, Aria; you're playing a dangerous game. You have no money, no allies, and a husband who can't even look me in the eye.

He went by me and deliberately kicked the bucket of soapy water I was holding. It's all over the pricey carpet and splattered on my cheap sneakers.

I ceased cleaning the table.

Julian leaned down, putting his face inches from mine. Clean that up, trash. And listen well: By midnight tonight, Aria will be in my bed, begging me for that money, and you will be back in the gutters where you belong.

My eyes darted to his. The eyes of the "trash husband" were dead and hollow, but for a split second they were not. Instead, the chill, blood-filled gaze of the Asura oozed through.

In fact, Julian was about to step back, but his face turned pale. His heart suddenly beat against his ribs, and he gasped. Something in his primitive instinct told him that there was a monster in front of him, but he couldn't tell him why.

I blinked, hiding the killing intent, and went back to picking up the bucket.

I'm sorry I flinched," Julian grumbled, "G-Get out of my way. He ran towards the door. “This is not something you will want to do, Aria!

The front door was slammed shut.

The large living room was completely quiet. I took a towel out of my pocket and began to mop up the spilled water.

“NO!” Aria said sharply.

I looked up. She was looking at me, and her fists were clenched with her knuckles white. She was filled with disappointment, and it was pouring out of her.

He kicked your water; he insulted you to your face. “He spoke about taking your wife,” Aria grumbled. "And you just take it? Have no pride, Kaelen? Can't you stand up like a man, just once?"

It's just water, Aria," I said calmly, wringing out the towel. "And his words don't mean anything."

She turned away. "You are unbelievable. She picked up her briefcase from the counter. I don't know why my grandfather picked you. I'm going to the office; don't wait for me.

She walked away without turning around.

As she drove through the driveway, her demeanor grew cold, and my tranquility was replaced by icy silence.

Aria believed that I was a coward. She believed I was weak since I didn't yell or throw a punch.

However, a dragon doesn't bark at a barking dog. It simply bites off its head.

I shut my eyes and gazed within. It was as if there was nothing inside of me except broken glass, deep inside my chest where a blazing, golden Divine Core used to reside. My closest brother, my comrade in arms, my Valerius Thorne, had poisoned me and ripped my core out and left me to rot in the slums. He took my power and became a Supreme Sovereign, a god among men.

I had to act the fool for three years. I had to let ants such as Julian Cross walk on my shoes, so if I showed any of my old aura, then Valerius's assassins would find me and kill me.

However, it was time to play dead.

Last night, the old man with the broken legs, who swept the streets of the slums, had finally broken the seal on my broken body. He showed me something that the hidden world feared more than anything else.

The Abyssal Devouring Art.

I didn't have to meditate for years to build my core. All I had to do was feed it.

I tossed the dirty towel on the ground, picked up my coat, and left through the back door. It was time to go grocery shopping.

The alley behind the local market was dark and had a foul odor of rotting garbage. It was a quick route I would take daily.

Today, it wasn't empty.

Three guys emerged from behind a dumpster, blocking my way. Two more stepped off the street entrance behind me and blocked my way. They were dark-hooded and carrying heavy iron pipes. The big guy, who was its leader, with a scar across his neck, was flipping a six-inch hunting knife in his hand.

Well, well," said the scarred man, with yellow teeth. Julian Cross sends his regards, Mr. Vance.

He sent five of you? I asked with a flat voice, "For me?"

The leader chuckled as he approached, "Mr. Cross says to break both legs and smash your teeth in. But don't worry, we'll make it hurt; maybe if you beg, I'll only break one leg.

"Leave," I said. It was no warning. It was a fact. "Walk away right now, and you get to keep your lives.

The thugs stared at me before bursting into loud laughter.

One of the guys behind me snarked, "The trash is trying to act tough! He pitched his iron pipe right into the back of my head.

I didn't turn around.

I just moved a little to the left. The big iron pipe whistled by my ear, only just missing. I was able to reach back before the thug could get his balance and grab him by the throat and slam his face into the brick wall.

CRACK.

His nose broke and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

The giggles stopped immediately.

The leader, scarred, lunged at me, the hunting knife pointing at my belly and roaring, "Kill him! The leader was scarred and lunged at me with the hunting knife pointing at my belly and roaring, "Kill him!

I moved. Not as fast as I used to be, but as efficient as I can be. I went to his guard and took his knife wrist in my left hand and twisted.

There was a sickening snap, and his wrist split in half. The knife fell from his hand. I had grabbed it in my right hand before it struck the ground and slammed the handle into the throat of the third thug attacking me.

Two seconds. Three men down.

The other two thugs stood in frozen horror. This wasn't a fight. This was a slaughter, indeed. The "useless" husband was prowling like an experienced assassin.

One of them whispered, "Monster..." and turned and ran away, putting down his pipe.

I whispered, "Too late.

I didn't go after them. I just lifted my right hand and used the Abyssal Devouring Art.

A black fog came out of my hand. The temperature in the alley dropped to freezing. The black mist leapt like vipers and encircled the two men who were running away. They shrieked, but it was silenced immediately.

They all shriveled on the spot. The black mist violently ripped the life force and a little bit of energy out of their bodies and came back to me.

I shrieked when the raw energy surged through me. It blitzed right into my chest, twisting around the broken bits of my heart. One little, little, little piece of my shattered heart stuck together.

Power. Real power.

I opened my eyes. They blazed with a dim, menacing crimson glow. The art worked. The more enemies I killed, the stronger I would become. I could take my way back up to the top of the world.

Suddenly, a cell phone rang.

It was coming from the pocket of the pocket-knuckled scarred leader lying on the ground, clutching his broken wrist and crying in fear.

I came up to him, put my hand in his pocket, and retrieved the telephone. The caller ID said Julian Cross.

I dialed the answer and placed it to my ear.

"Is it done?" Julian's cocky voice was heard through the speaker. Do the legs of the trash break?

I didn't say anything.

“Listen to me,” Julian went on, laughing grimly. I took a picture of his bloody face, and I sent it to her. I paid her security guards; she's going to be very... cooperative in about five minutes. I'm standing outside the private office of Aria right now.

My eyes narrowed. My eyes turned crimson, and my pupils were on fire.

“Oh, and don't forget to wake Kaelen up to check out the pictures,” Julian added.

"Julian," I spoke. My voice was a growl that vibrated and was not human.

No one's voice on the other end of the telephone. Julian's breath hitched.

I whispered into the phone, "If you touch a single hair on her head, I will not only kill you, I will wipe out your entire bloodline from the face of the earth.

I broke the phone in my hand and dropped the broken plastic on the dying thug's chest. I looked towards the money district.

I had five minutes to save my wife.

And Julian Cross had five minutes left to live.