ONE -THE IMPOSSIBLE
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Years passed as the gods ruled the land. In their arrogance, they divided Earth into six realms.
Diyossa, Goddess of Reptiles, ruled the Serpent Realm.
Girathon, God of Earth, ruled Gaia’s Realm.
Mayunda, Spirit Goddess, ruled the Spiritual Realm.
Kareivis, God of Weaponry, ruled the Void Realm.
Himarex, God of Strength, ruled the Raging Realm.
Arazebeth, Demonic God, ruled the Lost Realm.
Six realms. Six rulers. Yet even in their divisions, neither peace nor freedom reigned.
Who would bring balance to Earth?
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“Apomelicus, quit this foolishness and know peace,” Trinity’s voice echoed in the Void Eternal Realm, steady but laced with fury.
“Your words mean nothing to me,” Apomelicus replied, his form cloaked in shadow. “You brought this upon yourself when you banished me.”
“I was young and foolish then!”
“Then do not question my actions now.”
Their voices clashed like colliding storms — yet far away, the mortal world remained blind to the gods’ war.
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Morning broke gently over Gaia’s Realm. Golden light bathed the forests, birds sang in rhythmic tones, and dew kissed the flowers.
“Wake up, brother.”
Yosuke — the demigod of deception — burst into the small chamber, shaking his drowsy sibling awake.
“Morning, little brother,” Double-S, the demigod of illusion, muttered as he rose, floating slightly above the bed.
“We’re late for training. Lord Oxinavil will flay us alive.”
“I don’t give a damn about that water snake,” Double-S grumbled. “I still haven’t found a clue about Master.”
Yosuke’s voice dropped. “Lord Trinity is gone. Keep your voice down.”
Double-S’s eyes hardened. “I need to throw this rage at someone unlucky.”
Yosuke smirked. “That’s the spirit. Go get beaten.”
They laughed — but their laughter hid the weight in their hearts — as they dashed to the training arena.
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The training grounds buzzed with divine energy. Demigods encircled the ring, watching as Lord Oxinavil, Low God of Water, floated above them, his body surrounded by levitating water droplets that glimmered like tiny planets in orbit.
“Today’s duel is simple,” his voice boomed. “Make your opponent touch the ground.”
He scanned the crowd. “Xingho. Yosuke. Step forward.”
Yosuke whispered to Double-S, “Stay alive.”
The crowd jeered and shouted as Yosuke faced Xingho, the metal demigod.
“Quit before I hurt you. You can’t beat me,” Xingho taunted, metal plates swirling toward his fists like predators to prey.
“You talk too much.” Yosuke’s aura shimmered faintly, light bending strangely around his form.
Xingho lunged with blinding speed, twisting midair and launching a storm of jagged metal shards at Yosuke. They pierced his body — but left no wound.
The Yosuke they struck shimmered — and dissolved into nothing.
“An illusion?!” Xingho snarled, spinning in confusion.
“Too slow.”
The real Yosuke appeared behind him, but Xingho reacted with pure instinct, kicking backward with crushing force. His foot passed through another illusion.
Dozens of Yosukes now surrounded Xingho, circling like predators.
“Give up,” Yosuke’s voices echoed in unison.
Xingho roared, lashing wildly — but the real Yosuke struck low, sweeping his leg. Xingho slammed face-first into the dirt.
The crowd erupted. “Yosuke! Yosuke!”
Yosuke brushed dust from his shoulder as he returned to Double-S.
“Not bad,” his brother muttered.
“I know,” Yosuke grinned.
Lord Oxinavil descended, clapping once. “Well done, Yosuke. Come with me.”
Then his voice hardened like ice. “And guards… lock up that trash.”
Fear rippled through the crowd. The demigods knew what “lock up” meant. Double-S clenched his fists, vowing silently: One day, I’ll kill you, Oxinavil. One day.
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After training, Double-S walked the busy streets of Gaia’s Realm, heading toward a food shop. But three figures blocked his way.
Emaniel, demigod of darkness, sneered. “Well, well. If it isn’t Double-S. We finally caught you.”
“Emaniel. Move.”
Ranvis, the demigod of wood, chuckled. “Woah, such bravery.”
Zeenax, demigod of explosions, cracked his knuckles. “Waiting for your command, brother.”
Emaniel’s eyes glinted. “I warned you to stay away from Idina. Let’s deal with him.”
Ranvis and Zeenax lunged. Double-S dodged Zeenax’s punch but caught a brutal kick to his back, forcing him to his knees. Emaniel leaped in, spinning and driving his heel into Double-S’s neck.
Blood spat from his mouth as he crumpled to the dirt.
“Weakling,” Emaniel sneered, raising his foot to stomp.
But a scream shattered the air — a sonic blast so powerful it hurled all three bullies across the street.
“Are you okay?!”
It was Idina, the demigoddess of sound. She knelt, lifting Double-S gently.
“You dare attack Lord Tzenteech’s son?!” Ranvis spat, staggering to his feet.
“You broke the rules, bullying your own kind,” Idina shot back, standing her ground.
“We’ll see about that,” Emaniel hissed. The three retreated with dark promises.
Double-S groaned. “Couldn’t you have arrived earlier?”
Idina smirked. “Still got the guts to talk, huh? You’re lucky I even came.”
“I was just… resting. Planning my counterattack.”
“Sure you were,” she teased.
“Why were they after you this time?”
“Because of… zzz…” Double-S’s voice faded as unconsciousness took him.
Idina sighed, hoisting him onto her shoulder. She already knew the answer — and it made her heart heavy.
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