Can You Mend My Broken Heart? - Chapter 527: Just before the wedding - 3

Ever since the appearance of the Tower of Genesis twenty years ago, children's dreams began to change. Becoming a Hunter became the most popular aspiration.The same was true for Nathan Cole. But unfortunately, the Tower had yet to summon him. The Awakening he longed for never came.Until one day, he was suddenly summoned into the Tower. He was overjoyed—but the happiness didn’t last long.Nathan had been summoned… because of a bug.

He remembers nothing. But the world remembers him.In a land ruled by dying kings and false gods, a nameless high elf awakens — alone, hunted, and forgotten by history.He does not seek war.But war finds him.As monsters kneel, vampires swear loyalty, and ancient warriors rise from exile, the world begins to change. Whispers of prophecy stir. The gods grow silent.And above it all... the sky watches.Strategic. Dark. Mythic.This is not a tale of chosen heroes.This is the rise of something older.A 1,000+ chapter epic of forgotten divinity, shattered kingdoms, and the birth of a new world.Why Read?Slow-burn, high-stakes progression.Rich worldbuilding & political warfare.Followers you’ll fear and love.For fans of Overlord, Re:Zero, and Attack on Titan.

His will is tough and he is unwilling to be normal. However, his pathway was destined to be that way, being born in a small sect’s branch.

However, one day, his left eye merges with the eye of an Ancient God in an accident. From that moment on, he turns from a fish into a dragon.

He rises up like a star, walking the path of a legendary cultivator.

From being a tiny, small ant at the bottom of the world, he rises step by step, into a place full of powerful sects, strong ancient clans and countless geniuses.

This is an era of legends.

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.“Atticus? W-why are you here?”The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”****Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.