The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods

Karsha held the book in his hands, his expression calm yet resolute. "So this is it—the book that will help me wipe the overlords out of existence." His heart raced with anticipation. When he had first arrived on the island, he never imagined he would come this far.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Initially, Karsha had planned to rely solely on his own strength to grow stronger and defeat the overlords. However, after a harrowing encounter with the Scalecrusher Titan snake shattered his confidence, he reluctantly turned to the mysterious book he acquired shortly after arriving.

There was a fine line between arrogance and recognizing the need for assistance, and Karsha knew when to admit he needed help. When the shadow guards offered their aid, he accepted without hesitation. He understood that the battles ahead would surpass any he had faced before.

For too long, Karsha had evaded and fled from the overlords. But now, clutching the black-covered, diary-like book known as the Book of Annihilation, he felt a surge of determination. Tears threatened to well up in his eyes as he whispered to himself, "Well, it's not like I never anticipated this day."

He sighed, then took a sip from his water bottle before casting another glance at the book. With a resolute nod, he opened it. The first page was plain white except for the centered title: "The Book of Annihilation, " Below it, intricate Rune diagrams formed another inscription.

"Volume 1 of 7," Karsha read aloud, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Wait, what does this mean? Haven't I found all ten pieces of the book?" The realization dawned on him that the book in his hands was just the first volume of a seven-part series. What implications did this hold?

Did he need to find all seven volumes before he could unleash its power? No, that couldn't be it. Karsha flipped to the next page, finding it filled with handwritten text in ink. Before he could contemplate its contents, a system message appeared before his eyes.

< You have discovered the hidden diary of the unknown Emperor, Master of the unknown, the nameless one >

"Wait, what?" Karsha's voice echoed with disbelief through his surroundings. "What is the meaning of this?" He felt a mix of frustration and curiosity swirling within him. First, he received a necklace from the mysterious emperor, cursed with wisdom and truth. Alongside the curse came three quests promising to lead him to hidden treasures.

Then there was the watch, granting him the ability to rewind time-based on his mastery of translated runes—currently allowing him control over 30 seconds. And now, the book intended to aid him in overthrowing the ten Overlords seemed to be the diary of the same enigmatic figure, referred to by multiple titles: "Master of the Unknown, the Nameless One."

"I mean, what the fuck is going on?" Karsha's patience wore thin. From being recruited into the Ice Queen's secret army to being heralded as the Lightbringer and the Friend of Hope and Destiny, he had been swept into a whirlwind of fate-altering events. And now, here he stood, holding a diary that promised knowledge capable of upending his world.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say someone else is controlling my destiny. But then again, is anyone truly ever in control of their destinies?" Karsha sighed deeply, steeling himself as he began to read the handwritten texts inscribed within the pages.

"Ha, I know this may sound cringe, arrogant, and crazy, but I defeated fate. I, son of the unknown, master of the unknown, bringer of the unknown, managed to defy fate itself. But at what cost? Life sure has its way of toying with the innocent sometimes.

Well, what do I know? We bask in the light and celebrate, but when darkness descends, we recoil. Such is life. We embrace the good and shun the bad. But what if the bad holds the lessons we desperately need? We choose to accept everything pleasant and reject the unpleasant, all to gain approval or maintain our comfort.

I've witnessed this cycle countless times. So I find myself asking: who orchestrates it all? Who pulls the strings, weaves the tapestry, and decides our fates? The answer I eventually found was far from comforting, yet I never expected it.

Fate, that cunning entity, holds sway over everything— the good, the bad, the nonsense. We dance at its whim, merely pawns in its game, enduring for years until it tires of us, discarding us to play out its designs anew. But it must end. So I tried to end it, at least in my own way." Karsha's focus entered into reading the book. He knew he was about to learn something big.

"I was there. I saw it all—watched it burn to the ground, devoured by darkness, never to be seen again. They came—eyes burning with insatiable hunger, bloodlust, and wickedness. The innocent, the wicked, the bad, the good—all perished. So I ask myself: who are they? Why are they here?

What are they doing?

I got my answer sooner than expected. They are the doom, the bringers of disaster, the children of ??????? and the Nine ?????????. I know their names, but they cannot be spoken aloud, not yet. I watched everything I loved, have loved, and will love burn. Was there even ground?

Hahaha, everything burned.

I felt anger, happiness, impending rage—all of it. So I acted. I, the unknown, took action—an action that cost me everything. But I wasn't sad; I knew I couldn't match them. So I set out, searching. If I couldn't defeat them, I would find those who could.

It took countless years, but I persisted. Why? Because if I stopped, failed, or gave up, there would be nothing left. After eons of searching, I found nothing—or did I? After pausing for a minute, it became clear I sought something in the wrong way. So it dawned on me and I asked, why look outside when you can look within?"

"This question answered itself sooner than expected, showing me a path forward. So I gathered my knowledge, my madness, and confronted fate—the all-knowing. I fought her and, well, she handed me my ass, but I discovered what I sought.

There, within the tapestry of fate, in the sea that flows endlessly, I found them: the Unknowns, those outside fate. Seven strings intertwined with another I couldn't quite decipher—they were beyond fate's grasp, untouchable. Seven strings bound by another. They are the ones I sought. So I named them: ?????????, ?????????, ?????????, ?????????, ?????????, ?????????, ?????????.

I know their names, but fear not, they are not lost or hidden; they wait to be called. Not yet, though, for there is the 8th string I could not name. I was killed, banished, or buried.

But before all this, I charted the roadmap, the matrix, the labyrinth to follow. I did not do this for personal gain, but for our collective gain—or mine—or perhaps there was nothing to gain at all. So If you are reading this, then you have a choice to make. Become the seeker of the untamed or not."

"Here we go again," Karsha muttered, flipping the book to the next page. This time, a spiral diagram greeted him, centered with a glaring red circle.

"Those who seek are destined to become seekers of fate. But that is not your path, for you will defy fate. Those brave enough to challenge fate become the unknowns, the lonely, the defiers.

I dare say, the greatest adventure is one without end. But what happens if you break it? Well, that's if you dare take the next step.

A drop of your blood is all it takes to claim the title: Seeker of the Untamed. Seek the 7 untamed and bring absolution to the cosmos, or watch it burn down, yet again."

"Ah, I expected something like this," Karsha sighed. The remaining pages lay blank, waiting for his blood to reveal their secrets. To learn the weaknesses and strengths of the Overlords, he must commit to this path. If he wants the secrets within the book, he will have to brave the unknown first and that is said to be the most difficult thing a person can do.

"The spiral shone for a brief moment before subsiding. Karsha dropped his blood without hesitation. It was all or nothing; he needed whatever advantage he could get against the Overlords.

< Ding! You have received a title: Seeker of the Untamed >

[Seeker of the Untamed]

-- From this day forth, fate will shun you and seek to end you. Yet, your destiny will be your own, determined solely by your actions.

"Ah well, nothing like a little something to get started," Karsha remarked, flipping eagerly to the next page. Expecting to find a string of text detailing the weaknesses of the Overlords, he was surprised to find another page filled with text.

However, the new texts had nothing to do with fate; they detailed the aftermath of the actions of the unknown emperor and their impact on his people. The identity of the unknown emperor remained a mystery to many, including Karsha, although he was beginning to uncover more about this enigmatic figure through the text.

The unknown emperor was revered for his knowledge, wisdom, and dedication to truth. Yet, beyond these attributes, little else was known about him. Now, Karsha was about to delve deeper into his story, discovering knowledge that would someday answer many questions and potentially save lives. Bound to walk the path of the fateless, he embraced the journey ahead.

"Ah, here we go again. Taking fate as an enemy won't be easy," Karsha sighed, resigned to immersing himself in these mundane texts for the time being. He began to read.

"I cursed my people... why?"