The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods

Karsha woke up just as the person finished speaking. His vision cleared instantly, revealing the back of the figure standing before him. The first thing Karsha noticed was the ears—longer than his own, signaling that the person was an Elf. The figure was also taller, with a build more refined and powerful than his. Just staring at this stranger's back made Karsha feel insignificant.

"If you keep staring at me like that, people might start calling you a pervert," the voice said, snapping Karsha back to reality. He quickly walked forward and, stopping about 30 meters from the figure, asked, "Excuse me, but is this heaven?"

The person's laughter echoed through the space they were in. "Hahahahaha! Follow me," the figure said, and with a snap of his fingers, their surroundings changed. They now stood before a waterfall, the setting strikingly similar to the place where Karsha had once cultivated in the Purple Tail Anaconda Sanctuary—Queen's Embrace.

"Even after killing so many people, you still think you're going to heaven?" the person teased. Karsha could only smile. Indeed, he had killed a lot of people, both on Earth and in Quinox. Asking about heaven seemed absurd, even to him.

"Who are you, and where is this place?" Karsha asked again, his curiosity piqued. The figure remained with his back turned. "You're dead, Karsha. You died fighting the snake, remember?"

Karsha was startled. He had never mentioned his name to the snakes, yet this person knew exactly who he was as if someone had whispered his identity to him.

While the situation was both bizarre and infuriating, Karsha didn't particularly care. After all, what good is knowing someone's name if you're dead anyway? But that didn't stop him from being curious. He suspected someone was behind this, and only one figure came to mind—the mysterious person the snakes had made a deal with.

"It's you, isn't it? The mysterious person," Karsha ventured, unsure but needing to try. The figure stood still for a few moments before turning to face Karsha. The instant their eyes met, Karsha was hit with the shock of his life.

The person standing before Karsha looked exactly like him, but many times more handsome. His refined bone structure, perfect hair, kissable lips, and even his golden-red eyes were just like Karsha's—only several times better.

"Oh my, the look on your face," the person said, waving his hand. A mirror appeared between them, and Karsha stared at his reflection, his jaw practically on the floor.

"Who are you?" Karsha asked after finally pulling himself together.

"I am you, dork," the person replied with a smile so wide it seemed like he was laughing at some inside joke.

"I know that, but I meant your name. And why do you look exactly like me? You're not a shapeshifter, are you?" Karsha asked, still shocked.

"Oh, you're funny," the person chuckled. "My name is Nfang, the First Generation."

Karsha tried to process what he had just heard, but even the name sounded bizarre to him.

'What kind of stupid name is Nfang?' Karsha thought to himself.

"That stupid name is mine," Nfang said, pointing at himself with a hearty laugh. Karsha was taken aback.

"Did you just read my mind?" Karsha asked, his voice slightly raised, though more out of curiosity than anger. He was intrigued.

"I did, but that's not the important part right now. Aren't you going to ask why you're here?" Nfang asked, his tone almost playful.

"You're going to tell me anyway, so why waste time?" Karsha replied nonchalantly. He wasn't particularly worried. After all, he was already dead. The last time he died, he met another strange character, so he was used to it by now.

"Arrogant—my style," Nfang remarked with a smirk, taking a few steps forward before sitting down beside Karsha, both of them now facing the waterfall. "Do you know why I brought you to this place?" he asked.

"I don't," Karsha replied. "I've only been to a place that looks like this once." He recalled it was where he had cultivated for 18 days and where he had found the Time Tablet.

"Well, this is where it all started," Nfang said, his tone becoming more serious. "You might not remember now, but one day you will. All I can say is that this place is where I, the First Generation, encountered the seed—the very reason you and I are here today."

Karsha's thoughts flashed back to the Red Planet, where Old Man Teye had mentioned something similar. The old man had said that the seed still hadn't awakened. Karsha had asked for more details, but the old man had brushed him off. At first, Karsha had dismissed it as something he would eventually figure out, but now, hearing it from someone who looked exactly like him, he couldn't help but ask.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"What is the seed?" Karsha inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Nfang sighed quietly, then waved his hand. The scene in front of them shifted, and like a GIF, it began to play out before their eyes.

A beautiful, swirling pool of golden radiance appeared, moving in a calm, clockwise motion with a healing current. Karsha was immediately captivated by its beauty. The golden pool was enchanting, exuding a motherly aura that felt both comforting and powerful.

The scene then shifted, showing the golden radiance exploding, forming countless orbs of different colors and sizes. Each one had a distinct appearance, and Karsha could tell they were some kind of planet. Whether they were planets, moons, stars, or even entire universes, he wasn't sure.

The scene shifted once more, revealing another swirling pool. But unlike the calm, golden radiance from before, this one was dark, radiating death and decay. It exuded an aura of pure destruction. Karsha's mood darkened, and his aura began to leak uncontrollably. He felt an overwhelming hatred toward the dark pool. It was chaotic, destructive, and filled with all forms of sinister intent.

The dark pool also exploded, but instead of countless worlds, only nine colossal ones emerged. These nine dark worlds were several times larger than the worlds formed from the golden radiance.

The scene shifted again, and Karsha's senses sharpened. Countless golden worlds were engulfed in flames—some shattered, others cracked and crumbling. The scene shifted yet again, and now, almost all the worlds created by the golden radiance had vanished.

In the next moment, the worlds were completely annihilated, leaving only the nine dark worlds. Karsha's anger flared, and Nfang, sitting beside him, couldn't help but smile at his reaction.

The scene shifted once more, this time to complete darkness. However, in the far right corner, a single red dot shone brightly despite the overwhelming void.

"The beginning, the end, and everything in between—all wiped out," Nfang said, shaking his head.

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"What was that?" Karsha demanded, his voice thick with anger.

"That, Karsha, is the beginning and the end. Everything we know—the plants, humans, insects—that's how it all began, and how it all ended," Nfang replied.

"I get that, genius," Karsha retorted, his frustration evident. "But I'm talking about those dark worlds. What are they, and why do I hate them so much?"

Nfang just shook his head. "I can't tell you their names. You're not ready for that yet. But what I can tell you is this: they are the Nine Calamities—the banes of existence."

Karsha glanced down at his finger, touching the soul space ring. "Is there a way to stop them?" he asked, his voice tinged with both desperation and determination.

"That depends on you, Karsha," Nfang said, his tone growing vague. "You're the one meant to figure all this out. My job is already done."

"What do I have to do?" Karsha asked, his voice tinged with the frustration of someone who has always known deep down that something was off. Even back on Earth, he sometimes felt destined for something greater, but every time, he just saw his weak self and laughed off those thoughts as wild imagination.

But now, Karsha felt different. He knew he was meant for more, but he didn't know what that "more" was supposed to be. And Nfang wasn't exactly making things any clearer.

"You have to become stronger—much stronger," Nfang began, his voice firm. "You need to become the strongest because, without you, the calamity you just witnessed can't be stopped. Right now, you're weak—pathetic, even. But you're still young, and you've got time.

Stop wasting it. You're meant to do more. Stop squandering your potential. You're not like everyone else—you're destined for greatness, to rule it all. So stop acting weak and play it safe.

You're smart, intelligent, and brilliant. Use that intelligence to its full potential. The only reason you're here is because you died at the hands of a snake. Pathetic. If you think that's the strength required to awaken the seed, you might as well climb the highest tower and jump off it headfirst."

"Excuse me, are we still talking about what I'm supposed to do?" Karsha interrupted, waving his hand at Nfang, who seemed lost in his own monologue.

"Ah, I might've gone a bit too deep," Nfang chuckled, snapping out of his rant. "I've been practicing that speech for a while." He stood up and faced Karsha. "Your journey is laid out before you, but it won't be an easy one. You'll suffer, you'll feel pain, but that's all part of the process.

As Karsha felt the warmth from Nfang's words, he bowed deeply, showing his respect and gratitude. With a determined look in his eyes, he couldn't resist asking one last question, "How long did it take you to get this handsome?"

Nfang burst into laughter, a sound that echoed around them like a comforting melody. "Too long, my friend," Nfang responded with a grin, then with a wave of his hand, he sent Karsha flying into a portal.

As the world around Karsha blurred and twisted, he heard Nfang's final words: "You know what to do. Remember, the Nine Calamities are coming—prepare yourself."

Then, just as quickly as he had left, Karsha felt an agonizing pain in his chest, as if his entire being was being torn apart. He struggled to hold on to consciousness, and with his last bit of strength, he muttered three words...