F*ck Yeah! I'm The Villain

Not all storms

come to disrupt your life,

Some

come to clear your path....

~freelance wisdom

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Long ago on a continent called Red Rose, Immortal gods and cultivators were the normal occurrence. “Humans” were at the bottom of the food chain, they could only marvel in awe and envy at a life that could never belong to them.

After the decline of the human populace because a certain sorcery based cultivator casted an evil spell on them, the two groups both gods and cultivators worked together to banish the humans in the forbidden lands. But even they knew that the evil inside a humans heart would only grow stronger and stronger; they were just buying time by chaining them the barren lands.

Tensions soon began to rise between the cultivators and gods. With no more humans at the bottom of the food chain to be oppressed, naturally the cultivators ȧssumed their role after their disappearance.

A heavenly Oracle in charge of all prophesied wars had a vision the night after their victory against the humans. The oracle saw that many years from now two great wars would break out. Though, evenly spaced out in times they start. The oracle saw that only the chosen one could bring them to victory. If any mishap were to happen with the chosen one, then this world would be doomed to be destroyed.

Some cultivators rallied up together and harassed the goddess, blaming her for the upcoming misfortunes that would ultimately be bestowed onto them in the late future. The goddess fled with her two kids to a trusted friend’s home. And that friend just so happened to be an oracle. The close friend sheltered her from the dangers lurking outside and made sure that she and her children were well fed and settled in nicely.

In the outside world though, it was not as calm as the seemingly undisturbed oracle’s home.

But, is one really able to live without the fear of thunderstorms?

The cultivators had let fear enter and corrupt their souls. They started to turn on one another. In this world there was now a new divine law! Only the strong survived, and the weak...well they die. The gods’ that cohabitated in this realm couldn’t stomach the chaos and destruction happening under their very nose. They felt disgust and contempt at this kind of degrading behavior, and ultimately decided that they can no longer live on the Red Rose continent. After all these humans were never that much different from their human counterparts, the only difference were that they had been blessed with a magic core.

They had underestimated the evil that still lurked in this world, thinking that the cultivators could change their ways and be different from the humans. A leopard never could change its spots though.

So they departed from Red Rose Continent.. But not before leaving some gifts of their own.