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Thomas had always been diligent, loyal, and quietly dependable — the kind of young man who put family before himself. Yet it was that very family who betrayed him. Their greed and ambition led to his death, ending his life on Earth with bitterness and unanswered questions.

But death was not his end.

He awakened in another world — a realm where gods were not distant myths but the most powerful beings in existence. Here, divinity was sustained by faith itself; the more believers a god had, the stronger that god became. Entire civilizations rose and fell based on devotion.

Reborn as Jolthar, Thomas quickly discovered that fate had not granted him peace. The noble family he was born into was fractured, cold, and rife with internal conflict. Ambition, jealousy, and neglect defined his new household, echoing the betrayal of his previous life. Instead of love, he found rivalry; instead of support, suspicion.

Yet Jolthar was not one to bend.

Hard-headed, stubborn, and driven by a fierce will to rise above weakness, he refused to remain a victim — whether of family, society, or even the gods themselves. In a world where belief created divinity, he began to question the very system that sustained the heavens.

Why worship… when one could ascend?

His fate took a decisive turn when he received the blessing of Qalena, a powerful and enigmatic goddess whose motives remained unclear. Some said she saw potential in him. Others whispered she sought a champion — or perhaps something far more dangerous.

With her blessing, Jolthar’s path became clear.

He would carve his own legend.
He would rise beyond mortal limitations.
And one day, he would not merely pray to the gods.

He would stand among them — or above them.

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Lady Dayamati sat in her private chambers, attended by Verawati and Anchali. They had been discussing various political matters when the first explosion reached them.


The Second Empress's eyes sharpened immediately.


"That came from the direction of Prince Milan's villa."


"The same location where Baron Kaezhlar is staying," Verawati observed.


When the roar followed—that massive, bestial sound that carried power and fury—Dayamati actually smiled.


"Im sure that young man is the cause of that uproar," she murmured.


"You seem pleased, Your Majesty," Anchali noted.


"The ministers, in their stupidity, have just given me a demonstration beyond anything I could have arranged."


Another roar shook the building slightly.


"Whatever he's become," Dayamati continued, "it's powerful enough to challenge an entire imperial deployment. That level of strength, properly cultivated and directed, could be invaluable."


Chapter 431 - A declaration of the King