Godslayer's Legacy: THE PATH TO SUPREMACY

Rui stood there, the weight of his newfound knowledge pressing down on him. His parents, his family, the estate—it was all gone, obliterated by the machinations of a god. He could feel the anger, the confusion, bubbling beneath his resolve, but it was not time for answers. Not yet. He was left with one undeniable truth: he had to get stronger. Strong enough to understand what had been done to him and, more importantly, strong enough to face whatever came next.

The silence of the mansion, broken only by the occasional rustle of wind outside, seemed to press in on him. There were no voices to comfort him, no friendly faces to offer support. The world, as it always had, felt cold and distant. His family's absence felt like an open wound, but that wound would have to remain unaddressed for now. There was a more pressing matter at hand.

He could feel the god's words echoing in his mind, telling him to rise, to fulfill his purpose. But what did that even mean? He had no answers, no sense of where to go or who to trust. His mind swirled with a cacophony of possibilities, but all he knew for certain was this—he couldn't stay in the Eastern Lands. Not anymore. There was nothing left here for him but pain and unfinished business.

Rui turned his gaze to the stone in his pocket—the one given to him by Fenrir. It pulsed faintly, an unspoken promise of something beyond what he had known. He still didn't fully understand the full scope of the Central Continent or what Fenrir and the other emissaries had seen in him, but it was his best shot at gaining the strength he so desperately needed.

He took a deep breath and pulled the stone from his pocket, holding it tightly in his hand. The weight of it, the simple yet significant connection to Fenrir, felt like a lifeline in an ocean of uncertainty. His silver eyes flickered with determination. His world had been turned upside down, but that didn't mean it was over. There was still so much to learn, and Rui would not stop until he knew exactly what he was capable of.

With his mind made up, he focused on the stone, willing his aura and mana to converge, to focus on the device that would connect him to Fenrir. He felt a flicker of energy as his senses heightened. The stone pulsed with a soft glow, and just as Fenrir had promised, the connection was made.

A moment passed, and then a voice came through—calm, steady, but unmistakably serious.

"Rui," Fenrir's voice crackled through, the connection clear despite the distance. "I sensed your call. What is it you seek?"

Rui swallowed, his throat dry. He wasn't sure what to expect, but Fenrir's tone was unyielding, as though nothing about the world or its troubles fazed him. Maybe that was the kind of strength Rui needed—strength without hesitation, without doubt.

"I need to get stronger," Rui said, his voice resolute. "I have no other choice."

There was a long pause, but Rui could hear the faint rustle of movement, the sound of a man who knew the weight of what was being asked.

"I see," Fenrir replied. "It is not an easy road. The Central Continent has its own trials—dangerous ones. The strength you're seeking can be earned, but it will come with a price. Are you prepared for that?"

Rui's grip tightened on the stone, his thoughts momentarily drifting back to his destroyed home. His parents... their faces, their voices. The way they had treated him, loved him, shaped his path before it was torn away. It wasn't just strength he needed. It was power—a power that would allow him to stop whatever forces threatened to take everything from him again.

"I am," Rui said firmly. "I have to be."

Fenrir's voice softened ever so slightly, but it still carried the heavy weight of command. "Very well. You will need to make your way to the capital. We will meet you there. From this point onward, you are no longer just a wanderer. You are a contender in a much larger game, Rui. And if you wish to survive it, you must not just fight with strength. You must fight with purpose."

Rui could feel the tension in his chest ease, just a fraction, but it was enough. Purpose. That was the key. He hadn't known what he was supposed to do until now, but Fenrir's words had given him direction. He had his answer.

"I'll come," Rui said, his voice steady now. "But I have questions—about what I am. About why I'm being used like this."

Fenrir was silent for a moment, the sound of the wind blowing softly through the static. "I cannot answer all your questions yet, Rui. But I will guide you. When you reach the capital, we can begin to prepare you for what is coming. You may not like the answers you seek, but the truth will come in time. For now, focus on this: you need to grow stronger, and we'll make sure you do."

Rui's chest tightened at the words, but there was no time for hesitation. He had made his choice, and Fenrir had given him his path forward. The Central Continent awaited.

"Understood," Rui said, his voice firm. "I'll be ready."

The line went silent, and Rui felt the connection dissipate, the glow of the stone fading. He stood there for a long moment, the weight of everything finally sinking in. His future was ahead of him, but it was a future filled with uncertainty, danger, and the pursuit of strength.

With a final glance at the place that had once been his home, Rui turned and began walking. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, but it was his path to take. And no matter what came his way, he would face it with everything he had.

He could not stop now.