Prologue

• Exceptionally slow week at work as my bosses went on bonus-fuelled holidays. Typically I spend upwards of 80-90 hours including weekends at work.
• Trillion: God of Destruction comes out on Wednesday (GMT +8 here)
• I really wanted to get the first volume out – As you all have read, you really don’t know what the story is about until chapter 6-7  – Which makes writing a synopsis that doesn’t spoil and isn’t subjective a real pain…

Some explanations ahead, spoilers for those who haven’t read chapter 7:

• Tess does NOT time travel. Essentially, you can imagine it as the god of fate creating a “virtual reality space” in Tess’s dreams where she goes to every night and she has both third person (view of god) and first person (Tess herself) views.
• Molan is not as OP as you might think. He only managed the epic massacre so easily because they were mindless zombies, kind of like how the characters you control in Dynasty Warriors kill all the trash mobs in Musou Mode.
• William failed yes. But what the author wanted to show was that the Mary Sue-esque existence was only human. In the end, he is the same as Molan, both are willing to give up everything for the one thing they cherish the most.

Corpses covered the ground as far as the eye could see, and blood flowed like rivers.

This was clearly the sacred and solemn Oracle Plaza. Yet a cruel sight that resembled a scene from hell was there.

The boy pulled his sword out of the chest of the green haired elf, and turned around slowly.

Innumerable tentacle-like lines of blood grew from the blade, and wrapped themselves around the boy’s right arm. The black blood expanded, divided and crawled up to the boy’s face, and entered his body through his mouth, ears, eyes and nose. Pitch black filaments seeped out from the boy’s skin and wrapped around him, forming a gigantic black elliptical cocoon.

The black cocoon did not stir for a long while, and what happened could not be seen either.

And all of a sudden, the black cocoon explodes, spewing out endless black smoke from within. A silhouette appears within the smoke, its outline seems like a beast, but also like a young man. It emerged from the black smoke and walked towards the survivors, every step sending a tremor through the entire plaza.

“Despicable humans.”

It used the voice of the boy to speak. Intense hatred and pain that felt like it had simmered for thousands of years could be heard, breaking the will of all who heard it.

As the black smoke faded away, the boy’s monstrous form appeared before them. Both eyes were blood-red, scales covered its body, a snake’s tail with a razor-sharp end and on his arm, a white sword, from which a foot long ice pillar extended. Its form was majestic, and all who gazed at it would involuntarily prostrate themselves before it.

“Thy King thou hath awaited for, hath returned.”

Tess jumped out of her bed, her heart pounding, and clothes soaked in cold perspiration.

She knew this was no simple dream, it was a certain possible horrific future outcome shown to her by the god of fate.

As her breath returned to normal, she withdrew her legs and buried her head into her knees.

Dense clouds covered the moon, and insects seemed to have all died as the forest was deathly silent. Now was the time for rest, and no one noticed as the world continued to advance slowly in accordance with the predetermined fate, ignoring any attempt to derail its path.