Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

Anna stood alone atop the shattered roof of a towering, crumbling skyscraper, its skeleton looming over the ruins of the city. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and the distant roar of flames that rose high into the sky, painting the horizon a deep, fiery red. The skyline was an unending canvas of destruction, a stark reminder of the ongoing war that threatened to swallow everything in its path.

She took a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill her lungs, though it did little to ease the weight on her chest. From here, it was easy to imagine herself as separate from the chaos, even though she was right at its heart. Her hand reached out to feel the rough, weathered concrete of the roof's edge. It was grounding, somehow.

A voice cut through her solitude. She didn't need to turn to know it was Cell. "My lady, you summoned me." His voice, deep and unwavering, held a quiet reverence mixed with concern. Standing there, his tall, lean form appeared almost statuesque against the bleak backdrop of the ruined city.

"I did." Her voice was steady, though laced with a weariness she couldn't shake. "I wanted to discuss... everything. But now, I need you to focus on saving more civilians. Too many have suffered already." She paused, clenching her fists. "And... I need you to contact my brother."

At her words, Cell's expression shifted subtly, a shadow passing over his face. There was hesitation, a flicker of unease. His gaze dropped momentarily, unable to meet hers, as if the words caught in his throat. She knew why.

He finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "My lady... it may not be wise to hope for his return."

The words hit her harder than she'd expected, a sharp pain slicing through her resolve. She turned away from him, hiding the tears that threatened to spill over. "I come here," she began, voice trembling, "whenever I get tired of... of holding on. Sometimes I think about jumping, ending it all." She forced a laugh, though it was hollow. "But then I remember the pain of being left behind. When my family left… when they abandoned me." She took a shaky breath. "I can't do that to the people I care about."

Cell took a cautious step closer. "So, you're willing to sacrifice yourself… for a world that might never be saved?"

Anna nodded, her face set in a hard line. "My family was selfish. They ran when things got tough. I refuse to be like them, even if it means dying in the process. I have to believe that one day, my brother will return."

There was a moment of silence, and then Cell spoke with a gentleness that surprised her. "And yet you have hope… hope that he's out there. Somehow." He paused, and when he spoke again, there was a note of curiosity in his voice. "How can you be so certain?"

Anna's gaze softened, and she looked up at him, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "It's an ability I have. A bond, a connection. I can feel his presence, sense his dreams… wherever he is." She held onto that faint sense of him, that small, unwavering flame. It was the one thing keeping her grounded.

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Cell nodded, seeming satisfied with her response, though a flicker of doubt remained. "Very well. What's your plan to end this war?"

Anna's face hardened once more. "I don't know," she admitted, a hint of frustration coloring her tone. "We don't have the numbers, and I haven't even begun to unlock the full extent of my brother's powers." She clenched her fists, the knuckles turning white. "But until he returns, we hold our ground. And we hope."

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The Voidwalkers tore through the fabric of space, streaking like shadows between stars, moving faster than light itself. They traveled in silence, each one a harbinger of darkness, stretching over millions of miles in mere seconds, and at their head was Noel. Her face was etched with hard lines, her lips pressed tightly, her gaze distant but resolute. Beneath the stoic exterior, however, emotions churned—bitterness, frustration, and a seething undercurrent of fear.

It had been hours since they had left Axel and the others. Hours since the Voidwalkers had been forced to retreat. Noel could still see their faces—the defiant eyes of Axel, the resolve in his stance, his seemingly limitless power. The memory made her bite her lip hard enough to draw blood. She couldn't bear to think about the consequences of this failure. What would he say? How would he react when he learned of their defeat?

"No… he'll be furious." She muttered under her breath, the words trembling slightly. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails biting into her palms as her gaze hardened. It wasn't only disappointment that awaited her; she could feel it in her bones, a punishment that went beyond mere words.

The planet loomed ahead, an immense sphere veiled in shadow. Even from a distance, it seemed lifeless, its surface a murky dark gray, void of clouds or color, a world suffocated by desolation. The Voidwalkers slowed as they approached, and when they reached the edge of the atmosphere, they stopped, forming a grim perimeter around the planet's boundary. One by one, they turned away from Noel, their backs to her as though silently resigning her to her fate.

Noel swallowed hard, feeling her stomach churn as she broke away from the army, descending toward the planet alone. She landed softly, her feet sinking into the soil, but she forced herself not to look down. Instead, her gaze was fixed on the ominous structure in the distance—a sprawling castle, twisted and broken, its stone walls blackened as if burned from within. It seemed to pulse with a life of its own, exuding an oppressive energy that made her skin crawl.

As she stepped closer, the energy grew stronger, pressing down on her like an invisible weight. She felt her throat dry, her breaths growing shallow, and an involuntary shiver ran down her spine. It was a power that seeped into her, dark and ancient, a reminder of her master's wrath. "He must know," she thought bitterly, a surge of panic momentarily breaking her composure. "He must have sensed my failure the moment it happened."

She pressed onward, but with each step, the ground seemed to shift under her feet, as if warning her that the next might be her last. The path was treacherous, littered with hidden traps and sinister spells, each designed to annihilate anyone who dared enter without permission. Noel moved carefully, her eyes scanning every inch of her surroundings, her senses heightened, knowing that one misstep could mean her death.

Finally, she reached the colossal doors of the castle, looming above her like the gates of hell itself. She placed her hands on the heavy, rough wood, bracing herself before pushing them open. The doors groaned in protest, a low, eerie sound that echoed through the empty space beyond. Noel stepped inside, and her breath hitched as she took in the vast hall stretching before her.

The castle's interior was a stark contrast to its decayed exterior. High arched ceilings stretched upwards, lost in shadows, while dark stone pillars rose around her like the ribs of some great beast. Flickering torches lined the walls, casting ominous, wavering light over the space. But at the center of it all, dominating the hall, was the throne.

A dark, jagged seat carved from obsidian, it looked less like a throne and more like a monstrous altar. And seated upon it, looming over the room with a presence that seemed to fill every shadow, was the Devil Lord. His body was like stone, his skin cracked and blackened, yet there was an unmistakable aura of vitality—an ancient, malevolent force barely contained within that hardened exterior. His eyes, sunken deep beneath a heavy brow, glowed with a fierce, smoldering red, and his breath was a low, rumbling hiss, like the growl of some long-forgotten dragon.

Noel felt her knees tremble as she took in his presence. She lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes, and whispered, "My Lord…"

The silence that followed was crushing. She could feel the weight of his gaze, a force so oppressive that it made the air feel thick, suffocating. Her legs quivered, her strength waning under the mounting pressure, and she felt as though she were being pulled to the ground by an invisible hand. Her knees buckled, and she barely managed to hold her ground.

The Devil Lord let out a slow, guttural sigh, and with it, the atmosphere in the room shifted violently. The gravity seemed to triple, slamming into her like a wave. Noel's breath caught in her throat as her legs finally gave way, and she dropped to her knees, gasping for air. The weight bore down on her mercilessly, forcing her head to bow, her shoulders trembling under the strain.

"It wasn't my fault I lost…" she managed to whisper, though the words felt feeble, insignificant.

The Devil Lord's laughter was a harsh, grating sound, echoing through the hall with a malice that sent chills down her spine. "You can even admit you lost," he sneered, his voice coarse and mocking, each word hitting her like a lash. She felt herself shrinking under his gaze, her pride crumbling in the face of his scorn.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice shaking. "I… I encountered a god candidate. The Hades—"

The Devil Lord's eyes blazed with sudden fury, and his voice rose to a deafening roar. "You met the main target and did nothing to eliminate him?" His words reverberated through the hall, echoing off the stone walls, each syllable hammering into her skull like a nail. The force of his rage was like a physical blow, and she clutched her head, her vision blurring as the sheer power of his anger crushed her.

She fell forward, her hands sinking into the cold stone floor, her breaths shallow and ragged. The pain was unbearable, but it was nothing compared to the shame that burned within her. She had failed him, and she knew there would be no forgiveness, no leniency.

The Devil Lord leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he regarded her with a contemptuous sneer. "Do you know what I am, Noel?" he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Out of all the trials the system has crafted for the god candidate, I am the final test. If he kills me, he gains the full power of Hades. But if I kill him, his power becomes mine."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. Noel could feel his power pressing down on her, the sheer magnitude of it suffocating. Her throat went dry, and she felt her heart pounding against her ribs, each beat a reminder of the danger she was in.

"I am the forgotten god," he continued, his voice a chilling whisper. "The first of the gods of Chaos. The world has tried to erase me, to bury my name in the sands of time, but I remain. I am the darkness that exists in every corner of this universe, the chaos that binds reality itself."

Noel's body shook as she forced herself to look up, her gaze meeting his. She saw the madness in his eyes, a dark, boundless rage that went beyond mere anger—it was hatred incarnate, an ancient vendetta that had festered for centuries.

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