"Of course..." Van muttered, his finger hovering over the prompt.
There it was — the offer to become infinitely stronger staring him right in the face. A chance to achieve godhood. The kind of power most people would kill for.
He'd made the call. The one that could shape his future—
"NOT."
With a deadpan expression, Van clicked [NO] without a second thought.
The prompt flickered. The system wasn't giving up so easily.
[WAIT! BE WARNED: IF YOU REFUSE, YOU WILL LOSE THE OPPORTUNITY TO ACHIEVE GODHOOD FOREVER.]
[ARE YOU SURE!?]
[YES] [NO]
Van didn't flinch.
Without hesitation, he pressed [NO] again.
The text blinked rapidly, the system seemingly panicking as it repeated the same warning. Desperate.
Van raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"So persistent... What is this, a scam ad?" He shook his head. "I said NO."
Another tap on [NO].
He folded his arms, staring at the flickering text with growing irritation.
'Why the fuck would I give up 99.9k Strength, Vigor, Resistance, my Dark Soul passive that literally makes me immortal, and Hard Swing — the most broken skill I've seen in this world — for some shady 'God' status?' He thought with a scoff.
'The same system that screwed me over from the start is now asking me to reset everything?' He clenched his jaw. 'If I accepted this ridiculous offer, I'd deserve every misfortune afterwards.'
His finger hovered over the screen for a moment longer.
"Miss me with that nonsense."
With a final sigh, he swiped his hand through the air, closing the status window.
Van straightened up, exhaling sharply. His gaze hardened.
'I'll just get stronger on my own. Find another way.'
His footsteps echoed through the empty restroom as he walked away, steady and sure.
But as he turned the corner, he brought up his status again.
Hard Swing.
'I stretched the concept of it quite a bit during that fight with... whatever took over Unicus.' He tapped on the skill, the gears in his mind turning. 'I wonder just how much more I can stretch it?'
His gaze shifted to [Seed of Darkness].
The words from the system prompt echoed in his head.
"You will lose all your skills..."
Van narrowed his eyes.
'This passive... it's part of my skillset, isn't it?'
'And if I accepted the offer, there's no guarantee it would stay.'
He sighed as he replayed the battle with Unicus in his mind.
'Nah,' He shook his head.
'I'm too important to take that kind of shady risk.'
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'First things first... I can't go back home. Nor can I ask anyone for help.' Michael thought, leaning against the cold brick wall of the alleyway.
The weight of the past few days pressed on his chest, suffocating him.
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Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord
FantasyVan and his friend Magus had reincarnated in another world with magic. Tasked to kill the demon lord, they set forth. Van was granted very rough skills that made life for him in that world a living hell, yet he muscled through. Magus however, was be...
