Godslayer's Legacy: THE PATH TO SUPREMACY

The god's smile widened, his amber eyes gleaming with a hint of something far darker than mere amusement. "Yes, Rui. If you succeed. If you endure the trials, surpass the others, and prove that your strength knows no equal, you will ascend. But remember, this is not merely about strength—this is about the ability to shape the world itself, to become one with the power of creation. It is the greatest gift, and only those worthy shall receive it."

Rui staggered to his feet, his chest heaving as the truth sunk in. His head still spun, the pain of the memories he had just uncovered still fresh. The god's words echoed in his mind, each syllable unraveling the fabric of everything Rui had thought he knew about himself.

"You were bound by another god's will," the god had said. And that other god had erased everything—everything that had once been Rui's life, his identity, his past.

The god before him stood tall, his presence overwhelming, but Rui couldn't focus on him anymore. His thoughts were consumed by the sudden revelation of who he had once been. A life on Earth. A life he hadn't even remembered, but had now been forced to confront. All of it wiped away, hidden behind the curse that had bound him.

Rui's hands trembled as he tried to process the enormity of it all. His memories, his family, his life before coming here—it had all been stolen from him.

"Why would you erase me?" Rui whispered, his voice shaking. "Why take everything away?"

The god's cold amber eyes flickered with something like satisfaction, but it was the same detached amusement he had shown throughout their conversation. "Because, Rui, your life before this world had no place in the grand scheme I have set. You were an insignificant mortal, living an insignificant life. You were nothing more than a plaything for the whims of fate, a human existing in a world you didn't belong to. But that was before I chose you."

Rui's heart pounded as the god's words sank in, the weight of them threatening to crush him. A life on Earth? His human life? It felt distant now, like it belonged to someone else. But it was his. He could feel it in his bones—he had been someone before, someone with memories, with a past, with people he had loved.

"You…" Rui's voice broke, the anger building within him. "You stole that from me."

The god stepped forward, his presence towering, overwhelming Rui with every inch. His amber eyes gleamed with a dark, unsettling glow, the energy around them warping as if it were being shaped by the god's will. "I didn't steal it from you, Rui. I gave you a new life, a new purpose. The life you led before was useless, weak. I tore away the layers that bound you to that mortal existence. You are not meant to be what you were. You are meant for something greater. And now, you will become that, whether you accept it or not."

Rui's head spun with disbelief, the memories he had lost clawing at the edges of his mind. He had once lived on Earth, a world so far removed from this one. He had had a family, people he cared about. His parents. But now, those memories were locked away, buried deep inside him. The god had destroyed them, erased them all, to make him into a tool, a weapon.

"You murdered them…" Rui whispered, the horror in his voice creeping through. "You killed my family, didn't you? You erased everything, and then… you killed them." The words felt like poison in his mouth.

The god's smile didn't falter. He didn't even look apologetic. "Yes, I killed them, Rui. You see, your life on Earth was a distraction, a weakness. They were part of your past, a past I had to eliminate for you to realize your potential. It was all part of the plan, part of the purpose I've laid out for you."

The truth hit Rui like a physical blow. His family, his memories, his identity—they were nothing more than casualties of this god's grand design. The life he had lived before coming to this world had been nothing but a tool to shape him, to mold him into someone who could fulfill the god's will.

A burning rage flared up within him, but it was quickly smothered by the realization that the god was not simply a force of nature. He was something far more manipulative, far more calculating. "What do you want from me?" Rui's voice trembled, but the anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface.

The god's eyes gleamed with dark amusement. "I want you to grow, Rui. I want you to become the strongest of them all. You were always meant to be my champion, and you will be. You were born of that other life, and now you are reborn to fight for me."

Rui's chest tightened with the weight of those words. He had never asked for this. He had never chosen this path. And yet, here he stood, facing a god who had shattered his past, erased his life, all for the sake of some cruel competition. He had been created, manipulated, and now expected to fight as a pawn in a game that wasn't his own.

"I don't want to be your champion," Rui said through gritted teeth, the defiance rising within him like a spark. "I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask to be your tool, to be a weapon in your game."

The god's smile widened, but there was no warmth in it. "You may resist now, Rui, but it doesn't matter. You will fight, and you will rise. The trials will force you to grow, to reach heights you never imagined. And when you do, you will ascend. You will become like me. A god."

Rui's breath caught in his chest. "A god?" His mind was still reeling. The very thought of becoming like this god, the one who had stolen everything from him, was more than he could comprehend.

The god's tone shifted, becoming more commanding, his presence growing ever more oppressive. "Yes, Rui. You will ascend to become something greater than you can fathom. But know this: you will not be alone. Others, like you, will be created—mortals from countless worlds, all shaped for the same purpose. And you will all compete for supremacy. Only the strongest will ascend. The others will fall, and they will remain as they were—mere mortals."

Rui's mind raced, his heart pounding as the implications of the god's words sunk in. The competition. The trials. The mortals from other worlds, all vying for power, vying to become like gods.

"You created us to fight for your entertainment," Rui said, his voice bitter. "All for your amusement."

The god's laugh was low, resonating with a dark, unsettling undertone. "It's not just for entertainment, Rui. It's for the future. It's to prove who truly holds the power. The strongest will rise, and the gods themselves will watch. You're part of something much bigger than yourself."

Rui stood there, his chest heavy, his mind consumed by the weight of it all. His life, his past, his family—gone, all for the sake of a game. But he wasn't going to play by the god's rules. Not anymore.

"I will not play your game," Rui said, his voice hardening. "You can take my memories, you can take everything, but I will never fight for you."

The god's smile faded, his expression darkening with something unreadable. "We shall see, Rui. We shall see how long you can resist your true purpose."

With that, the god's form began to dissipate, the world around them returning to its natural flow, as though nothing had happened at all. But Rui remained standing, his fists clenched, his mind reeling with everything he had learned.

And in the pit of his stomach, the burning question remained: How much of this was his own will, and how much of it had already been decided for him?