Triune: The broken path
Chapter 44: Fasis forest

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Fasis forest

"Is this the power of the Erasure ability?" Kael asked, shocked. Though he could now control his physical strength, mastering his ability was a different challenge altogether. He needed a constant grasp of his power to wield it effectively.

His first use of the Erasure ability left him awestruck. It was incredible—magnificent, in fact.

"I guess it’s time to officially start battling the beasts in this forest. The Sequences... The prodigy of the Dragon Clan, the space-time female... the Wakon race. So many fascinating beings in the Realm of War. Exciting." Kael grinned.

After all, he remembered how, on Earth, he had been able to enjoy anything he wanted. But he couldn’t do everything. Why? Because, in the end, age caught up with him. By the time his sons and daughters achieved greatness, he was already old and could barely do much. But now, things were different.

At just ten years old, he was a demigod... with three concepts. The first ever in history. And now, he had fused the three into one. He was steadily becoming a terrifying being.

Maybe he would become another Sequence Zero of the God of Destruction.

Kael smiled.

"No, no... there will be a Sequence Zero of the Oblivion concept," he thought as he turned back. Now, he was face-to-face with a dark, gloomy forest. Within its depths lurked fierce beasts that even false gods feared, but Kael remained unfazed. He had made up his mind after careful calculations.

"Let’s go, then," he said, stepping into the forest.

Unknown to him, someone stood behind, watching as he ventured forward.

"I just came to explore the Middle Lands, and now I’m witnessing a demigod entering a forest that even false gods avoid. Isn’t this crazy?" A young, feminine voice murmured.

A female figure stepped out, her appearance similar to that of a human—but there was something different about her. An aura surrounded her, making the very air around her seem unworthy of her presence. She was an immortal, one who had descended from her race’s abode to the lower side of the Middle Lands. Or perhaps... she was from the Highlands. No one knew.

"I want to see what makes you so confident. Is it your demigod strength? Or is it that you haven’t truly seen the world yet? Or... is there a deeper power lying beneath it all?" she mused, smiling—a smile so radiant it seemed to brighten her surroundings.

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Somewhere Else...

"Father, I must go on an expedition. As you know, I am stuck at the False God Realm without a concept, but something is calling to me... and I must go now," Muyin said, bowing slightly before the ten-meter-tall giant seated on a throne made of a rare ore—a special alloy of copper and Abazer.

Abazer was a terrifying material, capable of withstanding the collapse of a neutron star—the destruction of an entire star.

The giant wore knight-like armor, and on his body were three arms. Yes, three. Two on the right and one on the left.

This was not unusual here. Among the gathered beings, some had two arms on the right, while others had two on the left.

"Prince Muyin... You should be aware of the dangers in the Middle Lands. Even with your False God Peak Realm strength, you are nothing more than a slightly larger ant," a slightly older three-armed giant sneered.

"Yes, Prince Muyin. Though your elder brother has a concept and has broken through to the Mino god Realm, that does not mean you should take unnecessary risks and throw your life away," a younger male added with concern.

The gathered three-armed giants all voiced their opinions, advising him against it.

Muyin looked at them all and suddenly realized something he had overlooked in his first life. Back then, he had left without telling anyone. He never got to witness the reactions of these so-called advisors and generals to his departure. When he returned, he was already a Minor God, and they had celebrated him. But now, in his weaker state, he saw their true attitudes.

"Wow..." Muyin muttered, forcing a smile. He ignored them all and turned his gaze to his father.

His small gesture was noticed, but the others dismissed it. After all, in their eyes, he was nothing but an ordinary three-armed giant. His elder brother, on the other hand, was different—he possessed a terrifying concept. The Concept of Life.

He was one of the most significant figures in the Realm of Life. With him, their race would never face extinction. Not to mention his limitless lifespan. But that wasn’t the most terrifying part.

His true ability was something they would never reveal, even if their entire race were at risk.

"Life Steal."

He could directly siphon the lifespan of his enemies, killing them instantly. To outsiders, it seemed as though he merely crushed his opponents with brute strength, but they knew the truth.

One of the key traits of Awakeners was that they displayed their concepts, but never revealed their abilities.

This secrecy ensured that enemies wouldn’t know their trump cards.

Of course, those who possessed the Fate or Destiny concepts could see through such deception, perceiving their opponent’s future. No other concepts were known to counteract this ability—at least, not to their knowledge.

Except for one.

Kael was someone who possessed the All-Seer ability.

"Muyin... Are you trying to run away and throw your life away, or is this truly what you desire?" The patriarch—his father—finally spoke.

In the past, he would have refused and simply sent Muyin away. But ever since Muyin spoke about Riya, something had changed. He felt as though his son was different now.

"Father, even if it’s a dead end, I will go. What male doesn’t desire to grow stronger? Or do you, Father, and the rest of the generals and advisors think I am satisfied with being nothing but a mere False God? No, I am not.

If the path of concepts does not favor me, then another path will.

Haven’t we seen other power systems capable of rivaling the Concept System? Or even beings that make the gods themselves tremble?"

Muyin’s words echoed through the hall, waking everyone up from their narrow-minded beliefs.

He was right. They had forgotten that other power systems existed—ones just as strong as, if not stronger than, the Concept System. But due to the disappearance of those ancient races from the affairs of the Realm of War, they had neglected these truths and come to believe that only concepts led to true power.

The patriarch remained silent as the generals and advisors murmured in agreement with Muyin’s words. They had been blinded for so long, but Muyin didn’t blame them. After all, the remaining power systems were weak. For example, the Wakon race’s genetic system could barely reach the Minor God realm.

To the inhabitants of the Realm of War, they understood the devastation these systems could unleash when they were in the Omniverse. But now, they were trapped here.

A Demigod was once capable of destroying a solar system, a False God could annihilate a galaxy, and worst of all, a Minor God had the power to erase a universe. Yet, in the Realm of War, the destruction they could cause was limited.

"Muyin, are you certain about this?" After a long silence, the patriarch of the Three-Armed Giants finally spoke.

"Yes. Staying here won’t help me grow. Strength is forged through trial and error, through blood and bones," Muyin said in a deep voice, sending a chill down the spines of those present.

Although his voice merely deepened, who among them didn’t understand his meaning?

"Very well. You may leave whenever you are ready," his father said proudly. This was the mentality his son needed if he wished to go far. He was aware of the terrifying threats in the Realm of War, but he did not waver. If his son remained stagnant, he would be crushed by that Riya girl from the Wakon race.

"I’m ready now. Goodbye, Father. Goodbye to all of you. I’ve already bid farewell to Mother," Muyin said, bowing slightly before turning away, walking out of the throne room.

"He truly intends to walk the path of blood and bones," a general whispered, and the rest sighed.

"A strong man is built upon a hill of corpses," the patriarch said, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Outside the throne room, Muyin took a deep breath as he glanced back at the grand mansion where he had spent his entire childhood. In his first life, he had left in the dead of night, sneaking away before anyone could stop him. But this time, he walked out in broad daylight, unchallenged.

"This time, I will show the world the true potential of our race and restore the Six-Armed Giants," Muyin declared with determination.

The Giant Race was vast, possessing terrifying bloodlines. Unlike the Titans—who were born outside the Realm of War, emerging from the cores of planets, galaxies, or even universes depending on their lineage—the Giant Race was native to this realm, growing stronger through natural procreation.

The Three-Armed Giants were a low-tier subrace, while the Six-Armed Giants were the peak and true form of their kind. They wielded unimaginable power, their physical strength capable of withstanding destruction equivalent to their realm, with one major advantage: they had no growth limit. The longer they lived, the stronger they became.

But their greatest strength was also their biggest curse—a short lifespan.

However, thinking of his brother, a Life-Concept God, brought a rare smile to Muyin’s face.

"The balance existence placed upon us will be overturned by you, Brother... but first, I must do my part. Our race will make the Realm of War tremble once more."

With that final thought, Muyin set off toward Fasis Forest—the Forest of Death—the same place where Kael was now.

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