1 Prologue

Chained to a wall was a grievously injured and unconscious young man, however, his injuries did nothing to reduce his charm or his devilishly handsome appearance. Slowly the young man groggily awoke and he thought, 'I guess I fucked the wrong people, huh? Maybe I should have started with the wives of weaker gods first...Huh? Who are you?! Oh, you wanted to know the backstory to this situation. Well it wouldn't hurt so let's have a flashback.'

Within a certain courtyard that was situated in a certain 'ethereal' palace was something that would make any man hurl a liter of blood. Just by casually glancing around the elegant room anyone could easily identify 35+ separate silhouettes women of various races. All of the women were strewn about the messy room with a cascade of man cream dribbling out from their love tunnel and backdoor.

Amidst the horde of females, there was one young man with an unidentifiable face due to a brilliant black shade of hair that was covering it. After gracefully rising from the bed, pulling up his underwear, and slinging on an unblemished white robe; the young man calmly sauntered to the door.

Slowly turning around and opening his mouth to talk a pleasant-sounding, yet domineering voice sounded out. "I'll come back soon ladies, just let me know when your beloved is gone again and I'll help you relieve your stress."

Strolling out the door without a care in the world the young man only faintly heard the plethora of feeble voices that sounded out, "of courshhe, A-ashter.".

The young man named Aster started to hum and whistle as soon as he walking out into the courtyard when he saw a figure weakly standing in front of him with tear streaks running down his leathery cheeks. Most of the time the young man would just ignore anyone who blocked his path and then proceed to walk through them, however, this man was a special case.

Standing in front of Aster was a middle-aged male that stood at 175 cm tall with grey-ish green hair and bearing a bulky build that is very similar to a bodybuilder. This middle-aged man was known as Aylric, the current sovereign of the seven heavens. Out of the seven heavens, only one has a special name and it was Elysium the 7th heaven.

In Elysium, there was no shortage of 'divine beings' or 'immortals'; however, Aylric was separated from the rest because of his abnormal ability to identify the weakness in almost any technique. Due to this ability Aylric had a meteoric rise in fame and status.

This seemingly invincible existence was now standing in front Aster with hatred and grief burning in his eyes and the tears that were running down his cheeks were imbued with the now broken, immense trust he once placed in the wives he used to love and adore.

Immediately realizing the circumstances that he was in Aster tried to teleport away but how could life ever be that easy? With a spatial-locking technique Aylric forcibly froze time and space successfully trapping Aster in a dome that expanded 1500 meters in diameter.

Expending almost a quarter of his Psion; Aylric created a force field that exerts over 400,000 gigatonnes of pressure and crushed every bone in Aster's body, effectively piercing his organs and rendering him nearly unconscious. If not for Asters extremely high echelon in the ranks of Psion then he wouldn't even have any meat left to bury. When it was just Alyric beating the shit out of him Aster wasn't despairing; but just before he blacked out he saw a large conglomeration of middle-aged men walking into the courtyard with various weapons.

The last thing he thought before blacking out was, 'Ahh fuck, not the cucks again.'

"Oh...that's right, I cucked them of all of their wives and daughters...Well damn, I guess they are going to find out that the daughters I left untouched are mine. Well, I guess all those times I cucked those old fogies finally bit me in the ass, huh?"

Quietly muttering to no-one in particular; Aster tried to make left are right of his situation. He thought, 'Why the fuck am I chained to a fucking wall in an empty room? *gasp* Don't tell me he wants my body which is the epitome of perfection?! Ahh, what a curse it is to be so god-damn handsome, yeesh."

Just after Aster barely finishing spewing out whatever bullshit came to mind; a group of men suddenly appeared out of thin air and stared at Aster in silence for a few seconds with hatred evident in their eyes.

With a smile that didn't seem like a smile Aster said, "So guys, how are your wives and children? I'm sure that they are just hankering to spend some time with their real daddy, hahaha. That's funny, right?".

As soon as he said that the group of men burst into a frenzy and started to recklessly charge at him. Even when getting trampled by others these men would get back up and charge again. However, as soon as they got near him though an indescribably powerful force froze them in their spot.

With a tone that was so chilly it seemed like they were thrown in Niflheim (The world of cold in Norse mythology). All of the men forced their heads to turn and look at the source of energy only to be shocked silly. It was Aylric Vymier, the sovereign of the heavens.

With an affable smile Aylric said "Don't harm him. We need him to be in at least this type of condition when we commence the start-up of the array. After all the array will cause him plenty of suffering as is."

'Array? What fucken Array?! Am I gonna be sacrificed to some voodoo-ass god?! I still have so many beauties waiting for me to warm their beds! For fuck sake, how sadistic can you get?!'

Oblivious to Aster's inner grievances; Aylric loudly shouted "Get into the places I have assigned you and feed me with all of the Psion you have remaining. Once we complete the array this horrid creature will receive a blessing of immortality, the curse of agony, and the plague of the itchy ballsack! BWAHAHAHAHA!! His balls will itch for an eternity! Not just that either because both the pain and the itchiness will only grow worse with every passing second!... Oh yea, let's make him impotent too. hehe.".

With a rapidly paling face Aster bellowed, "NOOOO! That's too cruel even for the crimes I committed! An eternally itchy sack?! Impotency?! That's depraved, sinister, and underhanded! I demand you release me, your FATHER, this instant! Wait, that's incorrect. Shouldn't I be saying that to your children? Oops, haha. My bad."

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In a still, pin-drop silence the only thing that was moving within the room was the rapid pulsing of the veins among the masses of men. With facial expressions so contorted and irate that they could have won a scary Halloween costume party, these furious men allowed an outburst of Psion to flow into Aylric entirely unobstructed.

The appalling amount of Psion that was coursing through his veins forced Aylric to commence the activation of the array in fear of overloading his 'Avatar' with too much energy. With a malicious face Aylric pronounced, "Aster Rosewood, by the decree of Aylric Vymier, the marvelous sovereign of the 7th heaven who did not get cucked, you shall be sentenced to eternal damnation!"

Right after he announced his narcissistic (and hilarious) decree for Aster's execution Aylric poured all of his Psion and the reserves he had from the various other men into the array. With a jostle the array started to glow and soon after created an unbearable heat.

Just by feeling the scorching heat that was radiating off of the array marks caused the strongest powers in all of the heavens to initiate a hasty retreat. Feeling curious by the fact that despite the scorching heat and the unendurable pain that came with it, he was not catching fire or being charred by the extreme temperatures. He speculated that the reason for it was most likely due to the strange elastic covering (was also sticky )that had been forcefully adhered to his body.

Due to the supremely high heat and friction created by the array a plethora of different multi-colored flames began to swirl around Aster and brought him to the brink of death. By forcing Aster into a corner and driving him to extreme lengths; he decided to forcibly compressed his Avatar to its maximal degree.

Compressing his Avatar to such a degree caused its originally pure white humanoid shape to become naught more than a dense, vantablack blemish. With his entire life's memories flashing before his eyes; Aster incited the blemish and violently ripped his avatar from his body. Knowing that this would immediately kill him but would also disintegrate all of the others in both body and soul gave Aster immense resolve.

Following the tearing of Aster's flesh and cracking of his bones came gut-wrenching wails and cries for help. After a few seconds of incredible torment his eyes finally came to a close; for the final time.

Within a dense and lush forest of trees that stretched into the sky and parted the clouds was a simple stone shack. If one were to pay close attention you could notice the shed vibrating and the trees shaking. However, very abruptly, there was a massive suction force that quickly caused all of the life in a 10,000-meter radius to wither away.

Moments later there was an earth-shattering screech of flames and the whipping of winds. The land breaks and the air cracks; the surrounding ambient energy was sucked away leaving a void in space....then there was nothing but a noiseless flash.

An explosion of a cataclysmic degree erupted from the shack and the space surrounding it warped to create a void that swallowed all sound, energy, and matter. It was a disastrous event that leftover 100,500+ miles missing from existence and another 400,000+ miles in ruins. The entirety of the Forest of End was wiped off of the map along with an entire sea. Despite the damage, only 78 people lost their lives in the explosion and they were all the men that were holding Aster captive; and Aster himself.

That day the entire 7th heaven fell into chaos because 77 of those who died were the heads of various clans and factions or high ranking members of the empire. Aylric's death caused the biggest ripple because he was the sovereign of Elysium so his children naturally fought over the throne. The sudden departure of Aylric propelled the entire social ladder into a mad frenzy which caused an inestimable amount of damage and almost sent Elysium to its doom.

However Aster's death didn't matter too much in the grand scheme of things. Despite his status as the youngest person to ever ascend to the 7th heaven and the greatest talent to have ever been birthed; his death wasn't enough to shake the entire realm like Aylric.

Thus, with all of the old generation powerhouses gone, the dawn of a new era arrived.

There was a demonically handsome young man who was covered in dirt and wearing a tattered bath-robe. This was quite obviously Aster, of course.

Although Aster looked no more than 20, he was over 700 years old in actuality and harbored the appearance of an unbearable handsome male that could charm the habit off of a nun. With unblemished white skin, a diamond-shaped jaw, high cheekbones, a dazzling pair of abyss black (with a tinge of purple), almond-shaped eyes, pale pink lips, and the long black hair that cascaded down his forehead and shoulders he looked picturesque.

This striking young man was leaning up against some random tree at the edge of a road and thinking, "Where in the actual fuck am I?!".

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