THEY'RE HERE
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[Mission Issued: Revenge]
[Type: Acquisition (Hostile)]
[Main Objective: Revenge]
[Background: Sur, the Golden God, humiliated the Lord of Heaven publicly, temporarily suppressing his divine will. To regain face and establish dominance, Sur’s influence must be challenged directly.]
[Target: Xylos (Minor City Domain)]
[Status: Under the nominal control of Sur.]
[Mission: Acquire Xylos (Stable or Ruined).]
[If you fail this mission, your highest attribute drop by 1. If you have insufficient attribute, you will die]
“The system loves me” The lord curled his lips and laughed just before he saw the death note, his face froze.
Now he still have enough attributes but 8f he kept failing missions and his attribute drop to zero, he will die.
That is not his fate! The goal 8s to pursue Sur and defeat him, he has no luxury of dropping his attributes by even 1
“I have to go to Xylos” he announced
“What! Why?” Micheal asked immediately
“Sur abused me, I have to show him I'm not to be messed with” The Lord said
“By gping to his city? No! We should focus on winning this creation contest. If you become The Almighty God, Sur will be under you, forever” Micheal said
“True, but my mind is made up. Lucifer, you are in charge and Micheal will assist you. You both must find everything you can to help me make the perfect creation. Do not contact me unless it's really important, l. Remember, we only have thirty days”
“Yes lord, I'll try my best” Lucifer bowed
Michael frowned slightly, sensing the hierarchy. “My Lord, the Xylos acquisition, it is a hostile engagement against Sur's law. Surely I should lead the reconnaissance and planning?”
The Lord fixed Michael with an authoritative gaze. “Xylos is part of the larger strategy. Its infiltration will be handled. Your presence is required here to defend Heaven and ensure the creation is flawless. Do you understand?”
“Yes, My Lord,” Michael conceded, bowing with quiet efficiency.
With that, The Lord dismissed them, walking toward the Chariot. The Chariot dissolved the barrier of Heaven and hurtled through the Void. The Lord maintained a low Divine signature, weaving His path toward Xylos.
The transition was violent. The moment the Chariot breached the City limits, the atmosphere turned thick and corrosive. The Lord's entire being shuddered under an instantaneous, crushing pressure that had nothing to do with physics and everything to do with Law.
The System shrieked the devastating consequence:
[Entering Hostile Domain: Xylos (Sur’s Subjugation Law)]
[Hostile Law Detected: Resonance of Degradation (Lingering Law of Sur, The Golden God)]
[Effect: Foreign Sovereign Gods suffer massive attribute degradation due to unauthorized presence and resource theft.]
[CRITICAL DEBUFF: ALL ATTRIBUTES REDUCED BY 10 LEVELS]
[Calculating Current Attribute…]
[Strength: SSS— SSS- — SS+ - SS — SS- —S+ —S —S- — A+ — A — A-]
[Agility: SSS — …]
[Current Attributes]
[Strength: A-]
[Agility: A-]
[Endurance: A-]
[Aura: A-]
[Intuition: B]
[Divinity: C+]
The Lord staggered, clutching his chest. His perception, just moments ago SSS-sharp—blurred. His strength vanished like smoke.
He was instantly stripped of his advantage, reduced to the power level of a Divine Descendant or a weak Demi-God. The Overarch’s Blade and Armour suddenly felt heavy on him so much he couldn't carry it.
He unequipped the Overarchs and put them in the Chariot
“Sur is smart” The Lord groaned feeling powerless
“Go home” he ordered, the chariot speeding backwards.
He curled his fingers, slow, dull, human-like. He couldn’t even feel the divine weight in his knuckles anymore.
“It is tolerable” he told himself coldly “and temporary”.
A crowd surged past him like a human tide, pushing, calling out, half-running toward the heart of the city.
Perfect. Anonymity.
He slipped into the flow. Another face, another body. The wind blew dust into the air as the masses hurried along stone-paved roads. Some were dressed in tattered cloaks, others bore the dark blue cloth of minor clergy. Young ones clung to their mothers. Men whispered anxiously to one another.
He listened.
“The Redeemed are on the move again.”
“I heard someone blessed by Sur returned to defend us.”
“Impossible. Sur abandoned this city years ago.”
“Then why are the statues glowing again?”
The Lord frowned.
“Statues? Glowing? This city is stranger than I expected”
The crowd funneled into a large courtyard dominated by an enormous structure, ancient, domed, cracked in places, yet still imposing. It looked nothing like the temples he had seen across the Divine Realms. This one was crude, built more for fear than worship.
A massive statue loomed before it, half-beast, half-divine statue. Four twisting horns. A serpentine jaw. Wings that curled like blades. Muscles exaggerated to monstrous proportions.
It was a grotesque distortion of a god.
“Sur?” the Lord murmured quietly, genuinely offended.
“Of course Sur,” someone beside him muttered. “His image watches over us.”
The Lord’s eyes narrowed. This… thing resembled none of Sur’s true features. In fact, it resembled no god at all. It was like a painting made by someone who only knew the word god but had never seen one.
Or worse—p********a.
His gaze drifted across the courtyard. Hundreds bowed before the monstrous statue, trembling, chanting, begging for protection from a god who had stopped listening.
The lord joined them in bowing to blend in. He looked at the statue again and he thought
“What if I have a creation in my own image… not this monstrosities other gods make “
He found himself imagining a figure shaped like a god, free of mind. Something reflective of his true divine race. Something proud, beautiful, powerful.
Something worthy.
The thought rooted itself in his mind.
He stepped forward to examine the statue more closely but a hand caught his sleeve.
“You look new,” a middle-aged man said, eyes wide with suspicion. “Did you only just enter Xylos?”
The Lord kept his expression neutral. “Yes.”
“How did you not get caught in the border sweep?”
He shrugged. “Luck.”
The man clicked his tongue, unhappy with the answer but too rushed to dig deeper. He leaned closer.
“You asked about the statue. Don’t tell me you didn’t know this is the Church of Sur?”
The Lord let his gaze sweep the cracked pillars, the desperate worshippers, the way the statue itself had pieces missing from battle or vandalism.
“This is the Church of Sur?” he asked.
The man blinked. “You… really don’t know anything.”
“Enlighten me.”
The man sighed and rubbed his temples. “Fine. But follow me out of the way.”
They slipped to the shadow of a half-broken column while the chanting continued around them. The man’s voice lowered.
“This city is in ruins. Sur abandoned Xylos decades ago. Left us to rot. Monsters came. Raiders came. The Redeemed Church rose from the ashes of our suffering.”
“The Redeemed?” the Lord repeated.
“Yes. They started as refugees, people who believed Sur had forsaken them and sought ‘redemption’ in another deity. A false one.”
“False,” the Lord echoed with faint amusement.
The man nodded sharply. “They claim their god hears them. Gives them strength. Gives them miracles. We know it’s a lie.”
Do you? the Lord wondered silently.
“In response,” the man continued, “the remaining loyalists formed what’s left of this Church. But the Redeemed grew faster. Too fast. They began to challenge us openly. Skirmishes. Battles. Entire districts burned.”
“And the state of the city now is the result?”
“Yes.” The man’s voice cracked. “Once, Xylos was Sur’s jewel. Now look at it.”
The Lord did. Broken walls. Crumbling homes. Empty streets filled with fear. The fading light of a god who no longer cared.
“How do the Redeemed fight?” he asked casually.
“Fanatic strength. They’re enhanced by… something.” The man shuddered. “They don’t fight like us. They fight like beasts.”
“Interesting.”
“And we—” the man swallowed hard, “—we hold the Church and the central district. Barely.”
The Lord nodded slowly, analyzing every detail.
Two churches. Two ideologies. One abandoned city.
“This mission might just be easier” he grinned
The man continued, “Recently, some claim Sur sent a sign, a glow in the statue. The priests believe Sur has returned to aid us. But I think…”
He trailed off, eyes dimming with hopelessness.
“You think it’s desperation,” the Lord finished for him.
The man nodded, silent.
A sudden vibration thrummed through the ground. The courtyard trembled. The chanting ceased. Someone screamed.
The doors of the church burst open as a priest stumbled out, robes torn, face pale.
“They’re here!” he shouted, voice breaking. “THE REDEEMED ARE ATTACKING AGAIN!”
Gasps. Panic. People scrambled. Children cried. Warriors reached for rusted weapons.
“Hurry!” another voice roared. “Form the lines! FORM THE LINES!”
The courtyard devolved into chaos.
“Fight for your God!” someone bellowed.
“Fight for Sur!” another echoed.
The crowd surged, warriors taking formation while civilians fled into the church.
The man who had been speaking to the Lord grabbed his arm tightly.
“You should hide! You’re not armed. The Redeemed will tear you apart!”
The Lord tilted his head, almost amused. If only you knew.
But his debuff was real. In this weakened state, he would need to fight smart, perhaps even avoid drawing attention.
A distant roar cut through the noise.
“What is that?” The Lord turned slowly toward the city gates.
The man pulled harder. “Come on! You’ll die!”
The Lord didn’t move.
Instead, he lifted his chin, eyes fixed on the approaching attackers.
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