Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 20: What Even is the Eye of the Mind? (3)

Stealing Heroine from Protagonist with SystemWARNING MATURE CONTENT!!!!!R-18

The Pantheon of Gods dethroned the Titan Race, ushering a new age called the Era of Gods.In this Era, the Gods decided to create a new race in their own image and have this race serve them. This race was called the Mortal Race. However, in a twist of fate, these beings known as Mortals not only inherited the Gods' image, but also their ambition.Thus, the Mortals who was once deemed as an inferior race by the Gods created a method of cultivating the world's natural energy to become Immortals and stand next to the Gods.The Jade Emperor, the strongest of the Immortals, besiege the Pantheon of Gods and carved out a place at the summit for Mortals, allowing them to become one of the Divine Races, along with the God Race, the Celestial Race, and the Titan Race.However, in retaliation, the Gods divided the world into the Heavenly Realm, and the countless Mortal Realms before casting all the Mortals down to the Mortal Realms. They then blocked their ascension to the Heavenly Realm and their path of cultivating to Immortality, by cursing their entire race to face a series of Heavenly Tribulations.That event was a very, very long time ago. So long ago that the story was all but lost in the history of the Mortal Realms.***'…I'm not as strong as you think Sol. I'm too weak to save the village, that's why I need you to leave. Goodbye son…'After his father was murdered and his peaceful village massacred, Sol woke up to find a mysterious old man standing over him claiming to be his new Master.“You want revenge, don’t you? I’ll train you so you have the strength to take it, but you have to become my one and only disciple first!”***This coming-of-age story follows Solovin Iziah Solaris, a village boy with a mysterious past who is stuck between two Realms. Watch as he grows from a clever, but naive youth, into someone who has to shoulder the world.

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]