Godslayer's Legacy: THE PATH TO SUPREMACY

Rui's journey into the wilderness was uneventful, but the silence weighed heavily on him. There were no other travelers, no beasts roaming the lands, and no sign of life beyond the occasional rustling of the wind through the trees. It was as if the world had closed its doors to him, leaving him to face his thoughts alone.

As night fell, Rui found a small clearing and set up camp. His movements were precise, each action a result of his growing mastery over his physical body. The fire he built crackled to life, its warmth offering a small comfort in the otherwise cold, empty forest. He sat near the flames, staring into the flickering light as his mind wandered.

The weight of the god's revelation still clung to him, heavy and suffocating. His memories, now freed from the curse, were both a gift and a burden. He had once lived a different life—a life on Earth, full of its own struggles and tragedies. But that life felt distant, like a shadow behind a thick veil. In this world, his purpose was different. And yet, he couldn't escape the pull of the memories, the fleeting glimpses of a life he no longer truly remembered. The gods, the competition, his existence as a pawn in a cosmic game—it was all too much to process in one sitting.

With a deep breath, Rui pulled his thoughts away from the past and focused on the present. His journey was far from over. His power—raw and untamed—had been only the beginning. He knew what lay ahead in the Central Continent would push him to his limits, but the choice was his: Would he step into that world and claim his place among the strongest? Or would he falter and remain in the shadows of those greater than him?

The wind howled through the trees, and Rui's gaze lifted toward the night sky. The stars, distant and cold, seemed to mock him. He was small, just one figure in a vast world filled with forces he could barely comprehend. But that was the reality he now faced. Alone, with only his strength to rely on.

His silver eyes narrowed. He was no longer the confused young cultivator who had been unaware of his true potential. The fire within him, though still wild, had started to burn with purpose. His body had been forged through intense training and the elixirs that had made him a vessel for power. His mana and aura, once a chaotic storm, had begun to find harmony. The world around him was not his enemy—it was his forge. Every challenge he faced was an opportunity to refine himself, to push his boundaries.

But even with his determination, doubt lingered. Was this path truly his to walk, or was he merely a puppet dancing to the whims of a god? The god had shown him what he was meant to become, but Rui was not one to be controlled. He would forge his own destiny—his own identity—no matter the cost.

The fire crackled again, snapping him out of his thoughts. He stood and stretched, his body feeling the strain of the long journey. The pain in his muscles was familiar now, a reminder of how far he had come. But it was nothing compared to the trials that awaited him. Rui reached for his pack and pulled out the small, smooth stone Fenrir had given him—the token that would allow him to call for guidance.

He stared at it for a moment, the glow faint but steady. Fenrir's words echoed in his mind: "The time to choose is now, Rui. The Central Continent is a place where power is tested. You are ready, but you are not alone in your pursuit. You will face challenges greater than you can imagine. But when you're ready, call me. I'll help you find your way."

Rui didn't know if he was ready, but the choice was his. He could no longer afford to remain stagnant. He had made it this far—he could push further.

As the night stretched on, Rui sat by the fire, allowing the crackling warmth to wash over him. He closed his eyes, letting the stillness of the forest soothe his mind. For now, there was only the journey—no distractions, no threats, no one to interfere. Just him and the fire.