As Elias stares helplessly at the titanic beast, a system notification pops up, information about the Erebus.
—Name: Erebus
—Name of Echo: The Forgotten Calamity
—Age: 5000 years
—Beast type: Ancient titan
—Difficulty to defeat: Impossible
—Your chances of survival: 0.001%
May luck be with you, Bastard Son Of Fate
Elias takes a deep breath. His mind barely registering the words flashing before him
Impossible.
Survival: 0.001%
Ancient…. Titan.?
No.. way I have to slay the strongest type of beast. Even in my past life I was no match for ancient titans let alone normal ones.
Maybe the system is right about me beholding the title of The Bastard Son Of Fate.
Is this what fate has chosen for me?
His fingers clenched, nails digging into his palm as he fought his instincts.
The system had never given him such a blatant death sentence before.
A monstrous presence loomed over the ruined city.
The Erebus had not yet fully emerged, but the very air trembled beneath its approach.
Screams filled the streets as people trampled over one another in their desperate bid to escape.
But Elias remained still, staring at the cataclysm churning above, the sky itself twisting to herald the Titan's arrival
A single step. That was all The Erebus took, yet it seemed like rifts opened throughout the ruined city, the already ruined city was destroyed yet again
From one, single, step.
Standing before the Erebus, I felt as though… I was just a bug to it.
Run. Run now.
The rational part of my mind screamed at me, my instincts telling me to move atleast a single muscle.
But I knew better. There was nowhere to run.
Elias stood in shock, frozen. Just staring at the Erebus before him
"Why am I even here?" Elias muttered. His voice was lost beneath the wails of the doomed city.
Im not supposed to be here. This was supposed to be a dream right? Or just a mere nightmare..?
I heard awakeners have to conquer a nightmare in order to handle their awakened powers
In my past life, everyones nightmares were as easy as taking candy from a baby.
This was a dream. And yet, my heart pounded with the same fear id felt in my waking life.
Then, as if responding to his thoughts, a second notification flickered before him
—You are not meant to survive this
—You are the slave of fate
A cruel confirmation.
Fate itself had already decided his end.
Elias grith his teeth.
Fate had always been against him. That was nothing new.
But that didnt mean he was going to accept it
Wether he was a slave, or a beggar he will overcome the challenges that are thrown to him
He felt a sudden urge in his body, a sudden hunger for power.
He calmly raises both his hands up to the sky, as he raises his head towards the Erebus and slowly closes his eyes.
He smiles like a maniac and screams.
"If fate has already written my end, then I will burn the pages!
If weakness is all I have, then I will forge it into my strength!
I will not kneel, I will not break if the world wants me dead, then I will tear it apart before I fall!"
Elias's body trembled, but not from fear. The Titan's shadow loomed over him, but it only sparked something inside him something primal, something dangerous
He didn't want to die, but he didn't care if he dies or not. He accepts he is the slave of fate.
That acceptance made him realize there was only one thing he wanted.
Power.
At this point, Elias is willing to use anything, anyone to forge his weakness into power, he strives for nothing other than power
The acceptance of fate only developed his greed.
His greed for strength.
Elias's gaze sharpens as his look turns cold
His eyes, expressionless.
He refused to let this world define him. He refused to let fate decide.
"Then I will carve my own path through this nightmare."
Elias whispered, more to himself than anyone. His voice was calm now, containing the resolute determination of someone who had accepted the inevitable and was going to make it his tool
The Titan's massive form seemed to distort the air itself, and yet Elias felt no hesitation.
"Fate is a cage. And if it wants to lock me inside, I'll burn the bars down one by one."
He had no weapons. No allies. No chances of survival. But it didn't matter.
I had lost everything only to rise again. This would be no different.
"I don't need fate's permission to survive."
The Erebus's colossal eyes narrowed, and low rumble echoed from its throat. The world around Elias distorted as if the very reality of the dream were bending under its presence.
But Elias stood tall, his soul unwavering, his resolve unbroken.
"I'll make my own fate."