Matrix was a god born of a forbidden union, a union that sparked the greatest war the realms had ever recorded.
Just when he thought the conflict was over, he found himself elevated to the greatest position of power in the known universe: the World King.
Now, he governs all the realms, facing constant opposition. He seems to be performing his duties satisfactorily, even though it means he's drenched to the shoulder in godly blood. Sacrifices must be made for the greater good, right?
But then, when it seemed matters couldn't worsen, a powerful horde of creatures—those his father had wasted his life imprisoning—broke free from Oblivion, unleashing terror upon the world.
Matrix, with unwavering conviction, decides to take them on, but as expected of a god with feeble backing and a vast plethora of enemies. he fails.
or at least he was destined to.
at the brink of failure, this broken god discovered a glitch in the realms that makes transmigration possible, but through time!!.
However, with this power came a potentially fatal flaw.
How much more of this flaw can a god endure? How long before he surrenders? How long before he breaks? How long before he becomes the terror himself, raining devastation upon the realms?.
or perhaps, would he very all odds, holding fast to the flicker of hope he finds.
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So what did you see? , Matrix asked, impatiently.
The oracle chortled, her voice reverberating throughout the enclosed land. Sending chills running down Se'mudara's spine,
“i saw dead people”.
