Somewhere in the past, a person who bore the resemblance to Livius was facing against an Ashura who had bat like wings on his back.

Unlike the genuine Livius, this person had a short silver hair matching with his twin glowing eyes. A strange sword with a uncommon structure was being gripped.

The sword had a silver blade with a black handle. There was a trigger on the handle and a circle approximately 3 inches radius acted as the handguard between the blade and the handle.

"What's wrong, son?"

"Tired already?"

"HAHAHAHA!"

"The so-called Eklektos had been fallen to me, Hades."

Eklektos was kneeled on one knee as a result of the damages receive during their battle. The sword acted as his support when both his hands were strongly holding onto the handle.

Red blood was flowing down from his body, dripping onto the ground dyed it with the former's colour.

"Son, why fight me? Join me."

"This world is ours to rule!"

"We are the gods to these low life creatures!"

The Ashura laughed as his sight was onto the sky with his arms spread wide.

"You're…wrong…“

*COUGH*

The son had been coughing blood as he was currently to weak to stand, let alone to speak. When he spoke, it took him a whole breath which nearly suffocated him even though, it was just two words.

His son statement caught the Ashura by surprise as he was not expecting that.

"Hoho. Do tell my child."

"If you're saying that you're different than me, you and I, we both killed our own flesh and blood."

"You even commited cannibalism to sought power which was even worse than me."

"You rape your own sister, killing your brothers."

"What makes you different from me?"

"We're both the same and that prove that you're indeed my own flesh and blood."

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Livius woke up in shocked as his breathing rate was heavy. Sweats were pouring out from his skin. He had been having the nightmare about his doppleganger and the Ashura father for quite a while.

'Who're those guys?'

'Why did the father call him Eklektos?'

'And why does the son look exactly like me?'

"Peace be upon you, Livius."

"Huh?"

Livius who was still wounded saw a man standing in front of him as the latter greeted him when he lifted his head up. This allowed him to view the man clearly.

"Jibril."

The man known as Jibril had an extraordinary appearance. His handsome face would stole countless of maiden's heart. He had a slim body but it was full of vitality.

Furthermore, he had a neatly trimmed beard and a short hair which were jet in colour. He looked like the prince charming in the children's fairytales.

However, the strangest part about him was his clothing. He wore a flawless white robe that cover nearly every part of the body except the head and his hands. People who had a sharp eye would noticed that there was not a single dust on his robe.

'Why are you here?"

"I came down here to inform you of the Creator's Decree."

"What's so good about me that the First Life came down here to deliver the message himself?"

"I'm only following His order."

Then, Jibril told the poor boy about his responsibilty to the world. Even though the message was simple, the burden of carry such task would not be an easy one.

Suddenly, he saw that both his arms had a burnt mark on them. The pattern of the mark matched that of a chain. These red marks on his arms had been haunting him while reminding him about the very sin that he swore not to commit under any circumstances.

"It seems that Zabbaniyah did left those scars on your arms."

Livius could only stared the ground leaving his head, hanging as his eyes were staring at the ground while his mind wandered around.

"I…I…"

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Livius remember about a massive roaring beast that was covered in black flame with 70,000 long and large chains on it. Each chains had 70,000 beings held onto it, trying to contain the aggressive beast.

Next, the scene of him eating an ugly fruit which was neither nourish nor tasty against hunger and it came from a thorny plant. The fruit looks like the head of the devil.

Moreover, he saw that the inhabitants drinking the boiling water like thirsty camels. The water was like murky oil. Then, the creepier part began as the water that they just drank began to cut up their bowels to pieces.

Furthermore, he saw some of them was being fed with a black flame that devour every single atoms leaving nothing before the body was being reconstructed back and the process was being repeated in nearly endless cycle.

****

Andrika, Ashley, Cameron and Ning were trying to open the dusty arched doors of an ancient temple where they accidently discovered upon being fallen into an unexpected "trap".

During their journey, they managed to salvage some materials in this new world and turn them into weapons and clothes. The four of them still look good even in their leather outfits.

Some of the weapons were crafted using wood as the handle while stone and some animal teeth were being used to substitute for the blade. Through their survival knowledge, skills and experiences, this world had been viewed as their secondary home.

"Sisters…Look!"

The three sisters averted their eyes toward the direction where Andrika pointed her index finger. They saw a white beautiful girl was leaning back on the wall of the temple.

Furthermore, she suffered from serious wound judging from cuts and her torn cloth. Her eyes were closed appealing to be dead but the sign of the girl being alive was her heavy breathing.

"We need to help her."

"But…Ning, you couldn't possibly think of helping a stranger are you?"

"Andrika, who knows maybe she could help us get home."

"But…But-"

Ning cut Andrika off when she asked the team's medic about the girl's condition.

"Ashley, how's she?"

"Very bad. Her injuries must have been inflicted hours ago."

"Ashley, can we save her?"