Godslayer's Legacy: THE PATH TO SUPREMACY

Rui stood frozen in place, the air around him thick with an energy that sent a ripple of unease down his spine. Time itself seemed to stretch, the familiar world around him becoming distorted. The figures in the mansion, the echoes of his surroundings, all slowed to a halt, as though the universe itself had stopped breathing. His silver eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the figure before him—the person who had orchestrated the destruction of his home.

The figure stood motionless, he was tall, his form shrouded in a cloak of deep indigo and gold, shimmering faintly with light that seemed to emanate from some unseen source. His dark eyes gleaming with an unsettling calm. There was no warmth, no benevolent aura in his presence. It was like the entire world had been held in suspension by this one being, as if time itself had yielded to his will. His eyes, when they finally met Rui's gaze, were an eerie, glowing amber—like the burning eyes of some forgotten deity, ancient and indifferent.

Rui's heart pounded in his chest, and as his breath quickened, the world around him seemed to shift, freezing in place. Time itself seemed to stop, quite literally, everything suspended in the moment, as if the universe itself was holding its breath at the appearance of this being. He was not sure whether to feel fear, awe, or something else entirely, but one thing was clear—this was no ordinary enemy. This was something far beyond anything he had ever seen, let alone faced.

And then, the person's voice—low and resonant, like a distant storm, finally broke the silence. "I have waited long for this moment, Rui."

"You..." Rui breathed, his voice faltering. "You've done this to my family. To my home!"

The person didn't respond immediately, his gaze still fixed on Rui with an air of detached interest. Slowly, he stepped forward, his movement smooth and deliberate, breaking the stillness around him. When he spoke, his voice was low, laced with an unsettling calm.

"Yes," the person said, his lips curling into a smile that sent a shiver down Rui's spine. "Your home, your family… they were but a part of the test. But they're not the reason you're here. You are the reason, Rui."

Rui's heart skipped a beat, the weight of those words crashing down on him. "What do you mean?" he demanded, his voice steady despite the tremor in his chest. "Why are you doing this? What do you want with me?"

The god's smile deepened, as if enjoying the confusion and the fear that rippled through Rui. "You're here because of what you are, Rui. Not who you think you are. You've been... reincarnated, in a sense. But not by your choosing. Someone brought you here. I set the stage for my entertainment, and now... you will fulfill your purpose."

Rui's breath caught in his throat, a cold rush of dread flowing through him. His mind couldn't quite process the god's words. Reincarnated? Yes, how could he forget? He had always wondered why he was so different from those around him, why his power had seemed so out of place. But now, the truth was coming to light in a way he hadn't expected. A god? He had been brought here—to this world—by a god?

As thinking this,

"This is not your place to remember."

The memory snapped back into the present, and Rui staggered. A sharp, searing pain erupted in his head, forcing him to clutch his temples as his vision blurred. He dropped to one knee, a strangled gasp escaping his lips.

"No…" he hissed, his voice trembling. "Not again"

For a brief moment, fragments of the memory clawed at him again. The shadowed figure. The cold voice. 

"Forget…"

Rui's vision swam as the memories he had tried to suppress clawed their way to the surface. The shadowed figure, the chilling voice, the bright runes that had once bound him—they all flooded his mind like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him in their weight. His body trembled as pain radiated from his skull, a sharp, searing agony that threatened to shatter him.

"Forget..." the voice whispered again, cold and commanding, more forceful this time.

Rui's mind fought against the invasive pull, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the pressure mounted. He was sinking under the weight of the memories, unable to break free. The words—the curse—were too powerful, too ingrained. But just as the world seemed to collapse around him, a calm, unfeeling voice cut through the storm.

"You need not remember this," the god intoned, his voice like a distant rumble, full of authority. "I'll remove the restrictions placed upon you."

Rui gasped as the sensation shifted. The pain in his head dulled, the memories—however fragmented—fading into the distance. He blinked rapidly, trying to gather his senses. He didn't know if he should be relieved or terrified. The god's presence loomed over him, like a weight pressing down on the very fabric of reality.

The god stepped closer, his amber eyes gleaming as he watched Rui's struggle with something akin to amusement. "You were bound by another god's will," he said, his voice rich with dark satisfaction. "The chains that held you, the memories you couldn't recall—I've broken them."