Battle of Titans [1] - Petal of Life

The cycle continued. Pain continued. The problem with regenerating large chunks of his body was that the healing process was more painful than the wound itself.

So, the pain continued. Silas began to lose track of time. His lives were flashing before his eyes. He wasn't particularly joyful to see them. From his current perspective, they were depressing.

He used to have nothing in life, so he found joy in the only thing he was good at.

It felt like days were passing. He imagined the sun falling and rising over and over again. He imagined everything around him withering as the forest became a wasteland.

Wars, civilizations, apocalypses... He saw them all flash before his eyes as if he was living Gilea's entire future in an instant.

And then, when the world finally lost its light, and everything turned into a white void, he saw someone standing in front of him.

It was a little girl with short ivy green hair and emerald eyes with a splash of cherry dyeing her pupils.

Her hair was adorned with a pink tulip. It looked like a hair clip, but for some reason, Silas doubted that.

She wore a knee-length skirt made of leaves, vines, and flowers. She had an angel's face and innocence.

"Are you... The life equation?" He asked. He was pretty sure he had begun losing his mind, but he still asked the question.

The girl continued looking at him, but a hint of pity flashed in her eyes as she crouched to his level.

"You're dying." She touched Silas' hand. She didn't answer his question, as if she knew what he was talking about but simply didn't want to answer him.

"No sh*t, Sherlock." Silas laughed before coughing out more blood.

Ignoring him, the girl continued-

"But your connection to Gilea's mana is pretty good. Your cultivation technique too... It's too bad you're dying, especially at such a young age." She paused for a second before touching Silas' chin and lifting it in order to stare into his eyes.

She then reached back and pulled out a petal from the pink tulip embroidered on her hair before placing it on his lips.

"So, I'll save you. But remember..." She tilted her head to the right and giggled before her expression fell into a serious one.

"You'll owe me."

***

Silas didn't know how much time had passed. At a certain point, his body circulated mana all on its own. However, when he finally regained the ability to think straight, he saw a green screen hovering before him.

[You are evolving]

[Your pain tolerance has increased significantly]

[Your body has gotten significantly stronger]

[Your muscle density has increased significantly]

[You have consumed the tulip's petal of life]

[You have successfully assimilated the petal of life]

[You have gained an affinity toward the light element]

[Your understanding of the life equation has increased]

[You have gained a new blessing]

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Name: Seth Evergreen

Age: 5 Years 5 months

Race: Reincarnated Lesser Human

Core: Pristine-Garnet

Affinities: Mana (Earth, Fire, Water, Air), Light, Life Equation

Bloodlines:

Thundertusk - 23%

Sonic Bat - 38%

Bloodline Abilities:

Sonic Screech - (Creates a powerful screech capable of destruction, incapacitation, injury, and killing.)

Blessing:

Evolution - (Your body, mind, and soul have been sculpted to transform you into the peak life form. Everything you do, and everything that is done to you, shall affect how you evolve.)

Breath of Life - Your body, mind, and soul will regenerate at a significantly faster rate. Your connection to nature has also increased.

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*BOOM, BOOOM, BOOOM, BOOM*

The sound of explosions echoed in the distance, but Silas could tell it was getting closer by the second.

'30 seconds until it reaches me... I need to mo-' Silas tried to push himself off the ground; however, when he did, his vision shifted, and he found himself soaring through the air.

"What the hell..." Silas thought with panic before landing on a tree branch.

Looking down, he saw that he was no longer bleeding. Hell, even the holes that had been drilled through his body were no longer there.

Frowning, Silas decided to throw the thought to the back of his mind. Looking into the sky, he realized that not much time had passed between falling unconscious and now.

"I guess all that before wasn't real, but she was... She was real." Silas muttered before touching his lips

"I owe her..." A bad taste entered his mouth.

The sound of explosions was nearing at a faster rate.

*BOOM*

A wall of tendrils tore through the forest and destroyed or uprooted every tree in its path.

The tendrils were barely 10 meters away. He definitely wouldn't have seen it coming. However, at the same time, he felt like his instincts might have taken over if the wall of tendrils were coming at him.

'At this rate, I doubt the people of Uladia haven't already seen some of the destruction caused by these two. They will most likely send a team over, and if they do, they will send my grandmother. If my grandmother comes, it will also mean that my absence has been exposed. Syra probably told them the moment they asked her...

I can't blame her, though. Any kid would have done the same if they had been in her shoes.

Maybe it was irresponsible of me to push such a big responsibility onto my little sister? Too late now...' Silas sighed with a tinge of regret.

*'I don't need them'*

The memory of that thought entered his mind. He knew that it wasn't true. He had never cared about anyone the same way he cared about Syra. Sure, he could go without his parents and grandmother, but Syra was an exception.

'If I've already been exposed, then I won't run away. I've already almost died several times now, so what's one more? That's the least I can do.

I don't care if it's stupid. I don't care if I'm going to be called a madman. I've always been called that. I've reached this point in my life due to not only my intelligence but due to taking risks... And today won't be the day I break that streak.' Silas clenched his fists.

Everything he did was a risk. Taking over America was a risk. Killing all those people was a risk. Experimenting on all those people was a risk. Of course, not all his risks bloomed great outcomes, but most of them did. All he had to do was repent for the ones that didn't work out.

Looking down, Silas smiled.

As usual, his hands were soaked with fresh blood.

Activating mystic eyes, Silas looked into the distance.