NEW Prologue

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GUYS DONATE POWERSTONES ONLY TO MY ORIGINAL 'CREATION GOD' AND NOT THIS ONE IF YOU REALLY WANT TO SUPPORT ME...

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10th October 2022

In a fairly fancy home

"ting tong" The doorbell rings

The man with a fairly bulky physique opens the door.

"Happy Birthday Sir, here is your order. Don't forget to rate…" The delivery person stopped his words because the man who opened the door wasn't smiling like a normal person acts on his birthday. Instead, his eyes were red as if he had cried for hours.

The delivery man quickly left the parcel and left the house.

That fairly bulky man was not actually a man but rather a child having thick beard. He had turned 17 just today. That person's name was Ishaan.

One should be naturally happy when his birthday arrives but unfortunately, not everyone has that fortune.

Both the parents of Ishaan had coincidently died today. Moreover, it was just after they had ordered the cake for him from a high-class cake shop.

The accident was so terrible that he wasn't even able to see their bodies as they had been burnt already.

Ishaan was horrified at this news. After all, he was just a seventeen-year-old child.

Collecting the cake his parents ordered before their death, Ishaan opened his room door.

But what greeted his eyes was something extra than an ordinary bedroom. A large hexagon pattern lying on the floor was flashing with a brownish colour. Inside that pattern, mysterious symbols that seemed like ancient Sanskrit, Persian and Egyptian all combined. The mysterious symbols were enclosed in their own circle that was flashing with green colour.

"This has been the 17th time right?" Ishaan questioned himself

Each year on his birthday, a different mysterious pattern would appear in front of him. Having fear of unknown, he never had the guts to step into the pattern or even touch it.

With previous experiences, Ishaan knew that the patterns will disappear within half an hour.

*drip*

Due to being consumed by sadness, a small teardrop fell into the pattern before he could make any decision.

Ishaan really had the impulse to step into the unknown pattern as the fear of death was overshadowed by the death of his parents.

*flash*

Before he could take that step, the teardrop fell into the pattern, and a light brighter than the sun appeared from the pattern consuming him in the process.

During this entire process, Ishaan didn't utter a single word. He was prepared to head-on tackle what was about to appear.

***

Just when the bright light faded, Ishaan found himself to be in a dark place.

Just when he felt that he had died and was turning into nothingness, a large hologram-type figure appeared in front of him.

The picture was very weird. The person felt very close to him and also seemed to be worlds apart from him.

Ishaan quietly looked at the clouded face of the person and just calmly started at him. He had no thoughts of trying to figure out anything happening here as before coming here, he had already decided to go with the flow.

"Everyone!"

"This Monarch's name is Wudao, which also means 'against the Dao'

I worked my entire life to create a technique whose sole purpose was to go against Dao. Dao isn't wrong at its place as it hinders everyone to gain strength easily but it is flawed due to the existence of talent.

I believe that there should be no existence of talent in this entire world and hard work alone should suffice to gain strength.

Unfortunately even before I could spread the existence of this technique, the embodiment of Dao spread the news of its existence. This technique is a threat to every genius who became a genius just because of resources and talent so I was besieged and consumed to death.

My remnant soul has only 10 years remaining. You were called here just to get ahold of this technique and spread it to every part of the world and destroy DAO ITSELF!!" Wudao loudly shouted while the pain and helplessness felt by everyone here.

He had the chance to change the entire world and the capabilities to do so but was besieged by the world itself. It was the cruelest betrayal one could face.

"You will have to bear the cruellest torture for 10 entire years after which you will get that technique along with the responsibility to spread it. You will not die till the end of that torture. Moreover, even if you fail the test, you will be sent to the exact time where you entered this place.

But the pain and agony will last for entire 10 years. So choose carefully.

I will give you exactly 10 units of time according to your world and start the test after you agree"

After completing those words the soul disappeared while making the place dark once again.

Ishaan was in a difficult situation. He was from a fairly rich family back on earth and could live a normal life even without having to earn his entire life. In short he had the capacity to be a young master.

"NO!" Ishaan screamed to himself but no voice came out of his throat.

It was as if everything was sealed around him and not even voice can pass.

He suddenly widened his eyes. It was like he had an enlightment.

He thought that even if he went back, then what?

Live a normal life?

What a joke

Which fool would choose an ordinary life over an adventure-filled one. Moreover, without his parents, there was nothing left back on earth for him to reminisce. Lastly, he had already prepared for death so why fear?

Brian had to wait for ten minutes before a screen flashed in front of him.

[YES] [NO]

Brian directly clicked the yes option without hesitating or having second thoughts.

A light flashed again and…