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An old titaed his enormous and muscur body on top of an almighty throne carved out of pure white stone. Above the throhere could be seen a rge emblem resembling a sand clock, surrounded by several ruhat were stantly glowing a bright blue color.
The old man emanated an Aura of tremendous Divine Power, flowing like an endless stream of white, silver, and blue-colored energies. His throne was above the clouds, inside his A Divine Pace. There were no servants around him; there were no decorations—only him and his throne.
tless streams of Time flowed everywhere, releasing them out of his pato the worlds below him and even those above him. His single eye glowed with bright white and silver light as he observed a globe in front of him, a projeade using his powers and abilities.
The proje on this globe was Earth.
He squinted his single eye, the other covered by ach. His face showed both anger and happiness. A happy yet furious smile.
He was overjoyed to see that his pn was w. The Streams of Time he trolled were digging through the p’s own Timelines.
“It is truly impressive how this little p had so many diverging Timelines… While others usually have between one and three, this one... Had tens, if not hundreds,” he thought. “Each Timelio a parallel Earth, one where things had happened differently…”
A smile surged on his lips.
“And eae was much strohan the inal; how strange…” He ughed. “I have found quite a goldmine! If I told this to the Tower Owner, wouldn’t he give me a good reward? We could even ect those worlds to the Tower, and quickly drain their resources and souls, which are so rid strong!”
As he seemed to have struck a gold mine, he decided to not be trolled by his own greed.
“No, no, I ’t just tell them yet… This is my personal vea, my own revenge.” He said. “Joseph was a fantastic Avatar, someohat would have eventually led me to the top of the Tower, and beyond... That woman took away my ticket to bee even stronger, killing him in cold blood. And not only that, but my eye!”
He gently touched his eye patch, feeling a stinging pain where his eye once was.
It had happened out of nowhere just a couple of days ago; a strange force had somehow taken away his eye.
Someoook the eye of HIM, the Grandfather of Time, a God of the First Order that trolled Floor 97 of the Tower!
He was not only a God but also an Administrator of Time withiower.
Therefore, his power could even pare to the Gods of Floor 98 and above.
However, he was still restricted and cked enough Faith to asd further, his power was not enough to wage yet another war against the Floor 98 Gods.
After all, although he had a couple of Minods that served him, most of them his own desdants, they weren't yet ready for another all-out war between Gods and their Forces.
Although things seemed much more peaceful on Floors below 50, from 51 and above, Wars between Worlds were onpce.
The Gods stantly attempted to pluher worlds out of their resources so they could further asd their Floor, and gain more bes.
Despite the Order of Gods being made, even within Orders, many Fas were created, and only a few were allies with one another, most of them enemies.
Although the Grandfather of Time khat Bing Xue was “going to be taken care of” by the Fourth ods, he couldn’t ignore her like the rest of the Gods of the Third, Sed, and First Order.
He would have ignored her if it wasn’t because she ended up killing the Avatar of his desdant, and then when his own avatar went to avenge him, she killed HIS avatar!
“Not only is one of my eyes inexplicably gone and now within the possession of one of those Earthlings, but it was also ahling that killed two of my Avatars!” He roared furiously. “Joseph took me so long to find! A genius amongst geniuses within all worlds... Yet she killed him with so much ease! I must put all my resources into destroying her entire world; nothing shall be left behind.”
He then looked at the many Parallel Timeline Worlds he had opened Gates to, eg them to Prime Earth through bridges of Time and Space.
“I wouldn’t have been able to get this far without their help, though.” He smiled as he further strengthehe bridges. He looked at a differeion of his Divine Realm—aemple floating above the skies.
Ihere were over twenty different Gods, all of them of Space Attribute. Their bodies were ed together, ensved, and stuck to several Divine Pilrs, creating a formation. The Grandfather of Time used their Space Attribute Divinity Trees, creating a powerful Relic he named {Heavenly Pace of Spacetime}.
He couldn’t see their faces, but he could hear their anguished screams of pain, as their powers were being stantly drained, only to be fed with raw Faith ied into their souls—a painful and agonizing experience.
“Soon enough, they will lose their senses of self and only live to serve me.” He thought. “I should simply enjoy their screams for now… It does soothe my anger a bit.”
The God looked at one of the Parallel Timeline Worlds again, ohat resembled a glowing golden globe, it was yet another Parallel Earth, overflowing with an energy he had never seen before.
“This “Primal Power” they wield in this world… It sure is something unique.” He smiled. “A world where archaid prehistoric beings never weind where a Primal Power empowers anybody into tremendously strong beings. They are both dumb and strong, perfect for sves. I might be able to destroy that whole city with these little bastards… Haha.”
The God smiled wickedly.
“Now, let’s see what you do now, Bing Xue…” He ughed. “You kill all the minods you want, sure… But you simply ’t mess with me and e out unharmed. I will take everything away from you. EVERYTHING.”
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It was another day within the Vast Emerald Jungles, an expahat covered half a ti with Jungles and Mountains everywhere. Giant Scaled lords roamed everywhere, and only the stro of Tribes of Man dared to ever live and hunt here.
Among them, the Brutes were the stro, biggest, most muscur, and most mighty. Capable of even taming the greatest of Scaled Lords with their overwhelming prowess, there was nothing they couldn’t do, and they domihe Vast Emerald Jungles with tyranny and power.
However, it wasn’t as if the other Tribes didn’t fight back. The Children of Fire, the Hawk Eyes, and the Spider Matriarchy Tribes all possessed their owories, although they were slowly beien away by The Brutes.
It was only through cooperatioween all three very different tribes that they were able to barely hold them back. But the King of Brutes had already aimed his forces towards total quest and desired all the nd so they could get more food and other resources to feed his growing popution.
The Children of Fire, the Hawk Eyes, and the Spider Matriarchy were being slowly pushed back again; their unique abilities, even when biogether through cooperation, were uo fight back against the sheer prowess that the Brutes had been gifted since birth.
In the middle of perhaps their st war, where many of both tribes had already died and only the stro soldiers remained, battling endlessly, something happened.
To their primitive eyes, it felt as if the sky had screamed. A wound appeared in the clouds, and the wound bled gold and silver colors, like the golden sap of trees and the silver metal they found in the depths of mountains.
The war suddenly stopped, and the wound only grew rger. The Brutes panicked, running away as their King called for them, while the allied tribes retreated as well, only to find their owlements taken over by the Wounds.
The wounds expanded everywhere, opening holes through spad time. The tribes were swallowed, uo escape in time before they were all sent through straunnels.
A voice whispered iheir heads.
“Move forward and kill; take over everythi if you want.”
The Brutes were easily influenced, led by their greedy King. He pletely ignored what he had been w on this eime, aiming his forces toward this new World, full of weaklings he could crush a.
Not only did they bring their Scaled Lords, but even something else. The Scaled God the other tribes feared the most, which the King of Brutes had tamed with his sheer physical strength alone!
“ROOOOAAARRR!”
The roar of the Camity, the Scaled God, reverberated across the e between worlds. Fiery Hair found herself resting over the dry wastends surrounding New York, awakened by the roar of the aberration.
“Scaled God… Camity!” She screamed. “No…!”
As she panicked and didn’t know what to do, she heard the screams and roars of her people. She ran through the wasteering a rge forest full of small and weak monsters she crushed with her bare fists and foot, finding groups of Children of Fire, Hawk Eyes, and even Spider Matriarchy members.
“This is an opportunity. The Brutes. Going away. If only. We could return home…” One of the Spider Matriarchy members sighed; they had long bck hair, sharp red eyes, and long, nky plexions.
“But the people…” Fiery Hair sighed. She was incredibly tall—almost as tall as three meters. The stro of her tribe, packed full of muscles, with bck as charcoal skin and sharp e eyes, alongside long, fiery red hair, gave her birth name. “We made a pact. Alliao save one another. We ’t… leave people on their own! Help, we must! Our Aors are watg! Do not dishonor aors!”
She was known as a righteous, heroid gentle-hearted warrior who led the crusade that helped their tribes unify against the menace of the Brutes. The other tribe members respected her a lot, although they never sidered helping the tribes of this new world. After hearing her words, they also feared dish their aors.
“Aors do not care! Go die if you want!” The Spider Matriarchy Leader roared back as she walked away with her tribe members.
“No, don’t leave! Please, help!” Fiery Hair asked for their help, but they left. “Hahh…”
“Fiery Hair, we hear you!”
“Fiery Hair in our hearts!”
“We help Fiery Hair, our leader!”
“Ooh…” Fiery Hair looked at the rest of the people that stayed—over a hundred mighty primitive humans. All the Children of Fire and the Hawk Eyes remained here with her! “Everyone… Grateful I am! I will not disappoint!” She was on the verge of tears. “New friends here. We help, and they help us return back! Right? Let’s!”
Not only was she good-hearted, but she was actually smart. Nobody knew how to return, but she could already tell that the people of this strange world not only possessed incredible teology but had been able to survive in this desertic wastend all on their own! She could guess that they might know of a way to help them return home.
She moved forward with her tribe, jumping into battle almht away. They found a rge group of humans in this world struggling against both Dinosaurs and the Brutes. They were about to be sughtered.
“RAAAH!”
Fiery Hair desded from the skies after jumping him, her enormous body smming over the Brute and pushing him down. Her arms fred with red runes; fire was created from her arms.
“BRUTE, DIE!”
“UNGAAH?!”
BAAAM!
An explosion of fmes was unleashed as both of her arms smmed into the Brute’s skull, crag it open and burning the rest of his body. The other Brutes noticed that their eyes widened ohey saw the members of their eribes arriving! They were not as easy to kill as the little is of this world.
“UNGA!”
“GRAAH!”
“GRYEGH!”
They fought against them like savages do, with punches, kicks, and bites. The Brutes were quickly overwhelmed by their superior numbers and fighting styles, quickly dying oer another.
The tribe members looked at the humans with eyes full of curiosity, but none approached them. As they trembled in fear, Fiery Hair approached them.
She gently extended a hand towards them.
“You, human. Like us? We friends!”
And she smiled really adorably.
“E-Eh? Ah, t-thanks…”
As this first exge of words between the primitive tribes and the modern humans occurred, Bing Xue’s bright eyes could see it all.
“Iing…” She nodded. “It seems that not all of them are just savages…”
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