When I opened my eyes, I found myself sprawled on the ground. It wasn't where I'd been monts ago. This place was different—eerily so.
Where am I? And where is everyone?
I pushed myself up to a sitting position, taking in the desolate surroundings. Ruins stretched as far as I could see, a crumbling wasteland drenched in the stench of burnt marks and corruption. The air itself felt hostile, thick and suffocating.
My voice cracked as I muttered, "Where in the na of all the gods am I?"
As I struggled to stand, a suffocating pressure suddenly filled the air, pinning in place.
My breath hitched as my eyes darted around, searching for the source.
That's when I saw it.
A figure stood just a few ters ahead, its back to . Long, dark hair tied neatly cascaded down its back, and a bloody, ominous sword rested by its side. It wasn't moving, but it didn't feel like it needed to—it radiated danger.
I gulped hard, already regretting every life choice that had led here.
Then, the figure turned.
My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. I recognized him instantly—the sa person from the fragnted mory I'd seen when I absorbed the first purple shard of Agnos back in Dwarftopia.
It was him.
Oh crap. My knees felt weak.
This wasn't just bad news—this was apocalyptic. He even had the sa stern, soul-piercing glare as before.
Great, just great.
Before I could even process my impending doom, he moved. No, moved wasn't the right word. One mont, he was ters away; the next, he was right in front of , as if he'd teleported.
"Uh… hi?" I stamred, plastering on the world's weakest smile.
My brain scrambled for a follow-up.
"We… uh… et again! What a coincidence, huh?" A nervous laugh escaped , but it sounded more like a dying seal. The most update n0vels are published on novel⚑fire
His eyes narrowed, and he spoke, his voice low and cold, like a blade against my neck. "I told you not to wake ."
"I didn't!" I blurted, panic seeping into my voice. "I wasn't trying to wake you! I swear! I was just… repairing the leylines! Totally innocent!"
His expression darkened, the weight of his anger pressing down on like an anvil.
Oh great, anger managent issues too?
Perfect. Just my luck.
Then he raised his sword.
The oppressive pressure intensified, and my legs buckled. I found myself half-kneeling on the ground, unable to move.
He wasn't bluffing—he was about to slice in two.
My breath ca in short, desperate gasps.
This is it. This is how I die.
A part of cursed the gods who'd roped into this ss, especially the ones who seed convinced I was the offspring of their overpowered creator god, Kaleon.
As the blade arched toward , I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Please make it quick!" I muttered under my breath, bracing for impact.
No pain. Swift death. That's all I ask.
"Stop!" A booming voice rang out from the distance, reverberating through the ruins. My eyes shot open—well, one of them. The sword, poised mid-swing, froze in the air.
It actually stopped!
Who just saved my sorry hide?
The figure in front of didn't look thrilled about it. His brow furrowed, and his lips curled in a displeased snarl.
"Why are you stopping ?" he growled, his voice like a rumble of thunder. "We need to destroy this anomaly!"
Anomaly? Excuse ?
Before I could voice my indignation—or my confusion—a soft chuckle echoed through the desolate space.
Then, as if the universe hadn't had enough fun ssing with today, another figure appeared out of thin air, materializing right in front of us.
I blinked. My jaw nearly hit the ground.
Because the newcor… was .
Well, not exactly .
More like if I was a godly, glowing doppelganger with an aura that scread 'I'm too cool for this nonsense.'
My brain short-circuited as I stared at the uncanny resemblance. I still couldn't believe it when I first saw him before. But he truly looked like . But there's a subtle difference in our appearance. He has the sa long hair like the stern figure.
Is this really Kaleon? The one everyone keeps mistaking for his son? He did look like … or was it that I looked like him?
But then, a thought hit like a runaway truck.
If I supposedly looked like him, how co none of the gods recognized him?
Shouldn't they have made the connection imdiately?
Or was there sothing else going on?
The resemblance was uncanny, sure, but now that I was really looking, there were differences—subtle ones. He carried himself like he owned the universe, while I just looked like soone who barely survived being part of a creature's lunch nu.
Still, it didn't add up. Either the gods were clueless, or there was sothing about that didn't quite fit this supposed "son of Kaleon" narrative.
The doppelganger crossed his arms and addressed the sword-happy lunatic in front of . "Can't you see who this is?" His tone was calm, like he was scolding a wayward child.
"No," ca the flat response.
No hesitation. No second thought.
Just no.
The doppelganger let out a long, exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose like this was a daily occurrence. "Where are your glasses? Did you break them again?"
The sword-wielding nace shifted awkwardly, mumbling under his breath. "They're fragile. They didn't survive my last fight."
I blinked again.
Wait… this guy has anger managent issues and he's half-blind? Oh, this just keeps getting better.
The doppelganger's eyebrows twitched.
"This is the 27-millionth ti you've destroyed those glasses. Do you have any idea how hard they are to make? Do you think I just conjure them up for fun?"
He threw his arms in the air in frustration, and for a mont, I could almost feel bad for him. Almost. But I was still kneeling on the ground, one wrong move away from getting diced into Carl-shaped confetti.
anwhile, my brain finally caught up with the conversation.
So, not only am I apparently an anomaly, but the guy who nearly killed can't even see straight?
"Wait, wait, wait," I blurted out, unable to keep silent any longer. "You an to tell this whole 'trying to kill ' situation is because you forgot your glasses?"
The doppelganger threw an amused glance, while the sword guy grumbled sothing unintelligible.
Yeah, today officially wins the award for 'Most Chaotic Day of My Life.'
I should be angry, right?
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