Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

Mass release In honour to the support {13/10}

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Bonus Chapter 100: Fates... A Bigger Plot

My lids feel dry, like sandpaper scraping against my eyes. Darkness presses in from all sides, thick and suffocating. My life feels like it's come to a stop. Am I dead?

No... fragments of memory start flooding back. The pain in my chest. The knife.

*Stabbed.*

By Mum?

The confusion coils around me, strangling me. Why would she stab me? There was no mind control. I *felt* it. So why...?

Could it have been the gods?

"Wake up, Teras!" A sharp, unfamiliar voice slices through the heavy fog clouding my mind.

My eyes snap open to... *nothing*. A void of eternal blackness stretches out in all directions, swallowing the world around me. It feels like I've transcended beyond life itself. Is this what hell looks like? Empty, endless, cold?

I sit up slowly, scanning the void for any sign of life, but all I find is an oppressive silence that gnaws at my nerves.

Then I see them—three ancient figures sitting by a large pot, bubbling and hissing. The liquid inside—it wasn't soup, no, it was something far more sinister, dark, and alive. These women, they aren't normal. They aren't even human.

One of them turns her head towards me, her face skeletal, her skin hanging in sagging folds. Only one of them has an eye, the other two just hollow sockets. I feel their gaze piercing through me, even the blind ones, as if they can see straight into my soul. I shiver.

"So... this is the face of the Candidate?" the one with the eye mutters, her voice cracking like dry leaves. The sound sends chills crawling down my spine, like insects skittering over bare flesh.

"I would like to see him too," another croons, reaching towards the one with the eye.

"No, it's *my* turn," the woman with the eye snaps back, her voice filled with cold greed. "We agreed on a minute each, remember?"

The last one lets out a guttural growl, her bony fingers twitching as if ready to claw at the others. The tension in the air crackles as they turn on one another, squabbling like vultures over a carcass. The battle over the eye begins, a grotesque tug-of-war that stretches for what feels like an eternity. Time here... it bends, twists, distorts. Every second feels like hours.

I can almost feel myself aging as I watch, trapped in this nightmare.

And then it stops. The woman with the eye sighs in frustration, setting the orb down on the seat beside her. "Fine. Let no one use it. We'll settle for seeing him in black and white."

"That's boring," the other huffs, crossing her arms. "I prefer my quality in HD."

"Enough bickering," the third one says, straightening up. Her voice echoes with an ancient authority that makes the others fall silent. "We have the Candidate before us."

Their attention shifts back to me, and I suddenly feel like prey under the gaze of a predator. But I refuse to let them control this conversation. If these are the Fates, then I need answers.

"You're the Fates, right?" I ask, forcing my voice to remain steady, though the tremor in my hands betrays my fear.

All three of them smile at once, a crooked, eerie grin that sends a ripple of unease through my gut. "Clever boy," the one in the middle whispers. "Yes, we are the Fates."

"Then tell me," I say, my voice growing harsher with desperation. "Why did my mother stab me?"

I place a hand over my chest where the knife had pierced, yet I feel no wound. I glance down—I'm naked. Whoever brought me here either forgot my clothes or decided to humiliate me. The Fates' cackles confirm it—mockery.

One of them leans forward, her toothless mouth gaping wide. "Why would we tell you that?" she asks, her tone almost mocking. "We are not your personal fortune-tellers, child. We are the architects of time, the weavers of destinies. We do more than speak of the past. We control life and death.

We are the reason the world exists as it does."

The words echo through the void, cold and detached, as if they're reminding me of just how insignificant I truly am. But I'm not interested in their grandeur. I need to know the truth.

"But why did she stab me?" I repeat, the question burning on my tongue.

"You..." the one with the missing eye whispers, "made a wish. And that wish broke the laws of life and death. There are always consequences, Teras. Nothing comes without a price. But your mother's actions are not why you're here."

Her words slam into me, each one colder than the last. "Then why am I here?"

A silence falls between us, heavy and foreboding. The void around me seems to pulse with a dark energy, thickening, as if it's about to swallow me whole.

"To become a god," one of the Fates says, her voice low, reverberating with finality. "Like all candidates before you."

A cold shiver runs down my spine. A god? Me? I'm barely holding onto my humanity, let alone divinity. But before I can speak, she continues.
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"You've released something into your world. The Seven." Her voice is colder now, almost accusatory. "The seven plagues. The curse that will reduce your universe to ashes."

My heart thunders in my chest. *The Seven?* What is she talking about? What have I unleashed?

"Do you truly believe the Fateks are your only problem?" Another one cackles, her voice growing more sinister with each word. "Humans are so foolish, so limited in their vision. You have no idea what lurks beyond the stars. There are races, powers, beasts far greater than anything you've encountered. And thanks to your reckless actions, a chain reaction has begun."

The atmosphere shifts, growing darker and heavier. I feel a suffocating weight press down on me as if the void itself is collapsing inward.

"What kind of reaction?" My voice barely escapes my throat, dread clawing at my insides.

"The Void Walkers have awakened," one of them whispers, her voice thick with malice. "They have begun to stir. And it's all your doing."

The darkness around me swirls, twisting like a living entity. I can feel something stirring within it, something ancient, hungry, and malevolent. My mind reels with the gravity of their words. The Void Walkers... I don't know what they are, but I can feel the terror gnawing at my soul.

"We only brought you here to warn you," the Fates say in unison, their voices blending into a haunting chorus, "and to congratulate you."

Their smiles widen, grotesque and twisted.

"You've done well, Axel Teras," they hiss, "in sealing the fate of your universe."

And then, as if the void itself swallows me whole, I'm falling... falling into nothingness, my mind consumed by the knowledge that I've unleashed a horror that could destroy everything I hold dear.

End of the Volume.

Gift me if you feel up to it.

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For the last few days I had no support! Feeling depressed Though but I'm still releasing and believing.