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The Gods Killer In the beginning, he was Arkan the Eternal—a god born of primordial flame, first among the immortals, wielder of divine judgment. He forged empires with a glance and shattered stars with a whisper. But power breeds fear, and even gods fear what they cannot control. Betrayed by his own pantheon—his brothers and sisters bound by jealousy and fear—Arkan was struck down in a celestial war, his soul cast into the void and his name erased from time. But the will of a true god cannot be silenced. Reincarnated in the fragile shell of a mortal, Arkan awakens in a broken world ruled by the very gods who betrayed him. His memories scattered, his power dormant, he walks the earth as a forgotten man—but the divine blood in his veins begins to stir. As ancient forces awaken and the heavens tremble once more, Arkan must reclaim his lost divinity, defy fate itself, and rise from mortality to become what the gods fear most: Not a rival. Not a rebel. But a reckoning. The age of gods is ending. And the killer of gods has returned.

Everyone in Chicago thought Keith Cross was nothing—a discarded war hero turned human blood bank for his in-laws. His wife called him a leech, her mother demanded he donate or die, and her new lover promised to "drain him dry." But what they didn’t know? That “worthless freeloader” they mocked… was the Miracle Doctor they’d been desperately begging to save their dying son. “You think you can throw me out like trash?” Keith says with a slow, deadly smirk. “You’ve been living off my charity this entire time.” When Keith flashes his black VIP card, the world shifts. Elite restaurant managers fall to their knees. Security guards bow. And his ex-wife? She drops to the floor, begging for mercy after publicly calling him a busboy in disguise. “You said I was a blood bag,” Keith says, towering over her. “Funny. You never asked whose blood ran this city's veins.” She called him weak. He became untouchable. Now he’s back—to take everything they stole, and leave them gasping in the dust of his name.

"Chaos is at its peak of ascension, and existence as we know it, is fated to descend." Valtor, a young orphan, holds the fate of existence in his hands. After a tragic event leads him to the Divine Academy, and, now under the supervision of a High-ranked Grandmaster Guardian, he must train in secret with a Divine Blob, keep a low profile under the lowest Rank E, and master the darkness within him before it’s too late. Although, amidst this, The Four Monarchs are waiting. The return of Chaos isn’t just inevitable—it’s necessary for the prophesied Annihilation. The Finality. Chaos cannot rise without them, and they cannot awaken this darkness without him. Valtor, the last Monarch, the key to everything. Whether he wants it or not, the choice is no longer his to make. The journey of a Beast Tamer, a legendary Artisan's Touch, from darkness to godhood.

“You're not a nobody,” Victor Moon said, his silver eyes unreadable. “You're the man gods once feared.” Banished from divine memory and stripped of celestial might, Marcus Steele walks among mortals in plain clothes and quiet patience. Bound by an ancient marriage contract, he arrives in Manhattan—a city of supernatural elites—to claim his betrothed. But Diana Sterling, the ice-cold CEO of Sterling Industries, publicly humiliates him, mocking his appearance, status, and power. She doesn’t know who she’s mocking. None of them do. “Take your money,” Diana sneers, hurling a check worth millions. “We're not equals. You don’t belong in my world.” She’s wrong. When shadow demons strike, Marcus reveals a glimpse of the war god he once was—effortlessly annihilating threats, catching the attention of Sarah Moon, heiress to the most feared family in the supernatural underworld. “Marcus,” Sarah whispers, fierce and elegant, “I want you to be my partner.” As Manhattan’s elites scramble to earn his favor, old enemies emerge from the shadows, desperate to keep Marcus from reclaiming his throne. But with each battle, his power returns—and so do his memories. “Tell your master,” Marcus says, standing over broken assassins, “that some wars aren’t worth starting.” They wanted a pawn. They mocked a drifter. They awoke a god. Now, Marcus Steele is done pretending.