Godslayer's Legacy: THE PATH TO SUPREMACY

Rui staggered to his feet, his head still spinning, but now, the unbearable weight of the curse, the shackles of forgotten memories, had lifted. He blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the clarity, but there was still a lingering dread, a feeling that he was standing at the precipice of something far more dangerous than he had ever imagined. The god, still towering before him, exuded an unsettling calm, as if his very presence bent reality to his will.

"You were bound by another god's will," the god continued, his voice low and deliberate, like the rolling thunder before a storm. "The chains that held you, the memories you couldn't recall—I've broken them."

Rui's chest tightened as the truth began to sink in. Another god? His mind raced, but there was something in the god's voice, something that commanded attention, that silenced all the questions in his head. The god's amber eyes gleamed with a cold, detached amusement, and Rui felt like a pawn in some ancient game that he had only just discovered. The weight of those words hung heavy in the air, but before Rui could voice his thoughts, the god spoke again.

"Do not be so quick to reject the truth," the god said, his gaze narrowing slightly. "You were never meant to live in ignorance, Rui. The path you walk, the power you wield—none of it is by chance. I have watched you struggle, watched you grow despite the barriers placed in your mind. Now, you are free to understand your true purpose."

Rui felt his heart race, the coldness of the situation creeping into his bones. The god before him had broken the very chains that had confined his past, that had kept him from understanding his true potential. It wasn't just his memories that were affected—it was his very essence, his identity.

"But why?" Rui whispered, his voice shaky, struggling to comprehend what he was being told. "Why would you do this? What do you want from me?"

The god's lips curled into a faint smile, though it held no warmth. "What I want from you is simple, Rui. I want you to fulfill your role. You were brought here to this world for a purpose—one you have yet to fully realize. I set this in motion long ago, and you, my child, are a key player in a grander scheme. All 'you' need to do, is to get as strong as you can."

Rui's mind spun, every fiber of his being questioning the validity of the words spoken by this god. He had always felt that his power was different, out of place, but this revelation… It was far too much to process at once.

The god stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, and Rui instinctively took a step back, though his body refused to betray him further.

The god's gaze softened for a fleeting moment, a trace of something like approval flickering in his amber eyes. "You need not fear the truth, Rui. It will be the key to unlocking your true potential. You were never just another mortal. You were created, molded, for something far grander. Some god didn't bring you here by chance. Your strength, your ability to tap into that hidden power—this is the result in the design. You are not an ordinary being, and I did not break the chains that bound you just to leave you lost. No... I think you are meant to rise."

Rui, though still in shock, felt a surge of something within him—a flicker of his old stubborn resolve. He wasn't sure what to believe, but one thing was clear: this god, whoever he was, had shaped his entire existence. His life, his memories, the power that flowed through him—it had all been carefully orchestrated.

"I have trained mortals from countless worlds," the god continued, his voice resonating like a far-off storm. "I control many realms, and I shape the strongest from each. Some of them were born with power, others forged it through pain and struggle. All of them have one thing in common: they were made to compete. And in that competition, they will battle each other for supremacy, for dominance among all the gods' chosen."

Rui's chest tightened, and the ground beneath him seemed to pulse with the weight of the god's words. "What competition? And what do you mean, 'for all the gods' chosen'?" His voice trembled slightly, despite his efforts to remain composed. The magnitude of what the god was saying was becoming overwhelming.

The god smiled again, this time the expression colder, more detached. "You, Rui, are but one of many—my chosen mortal. You are the foundation of something much greater. In the realms I govern, mortals from countless worlds are trained to become the greatest warriors, the strongest cultivators. They are forced to face trials, battles, and wars—all for my entertainment, of course. But there is something deeper to it. The gods themselves are growing restless, testing the strength of their creations in secret. Each one wants to prove their dominance. They compete not in open conflict, but in the shaping of the strongest mortal champions, it showing a representation of themselves."

Rui's head swam as the god's words sank in. "You mean... we're like your pawns? Created to fight each other for your amusement?"

The god's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with a dangerous intensity. "Not merely pawns, Rui. You are my champions. Every mortal I shape, every one of my creations, is meant to grow stronger, to surpass all expectations. I train them, guide them, make them the very embodiment of their potential. And in return, they will fight—compete in a contest that transcends mortal understanding. Their victory will be a reflection of my own power, and in time, those who succeed will earn something far greater than simple mortality."

Rui swallowed, his throat tight with the weight of the god's words. "What do you mean, greater than mortality?" he asked, his voice steady despite the fear beginning to stir in his chest.

The god's smile returned, but it was not one of kindness or amusement. It was a calculated, chilling grin, as if he were revealing a secret only a few had ever known. "Immortality, Rui. If a mortal reaches the highest standard, surpasses all others, they will ascend. They will become a god like me. The strongest mortals—those who surpass the trials, the endless battles—will be given a place among the divine. I will grant them what they desire most: the power to shape worlds, to rule as I do."

Rui's heart raced. The idea was beyond comprehension, but the weight of the god's words seemed to press against his chest. "So you're telling me… that I could become like you? A god?"