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Alan stood in a dark void, his face devoid of expression, but his eyes seemed to hide a vast amount of anger and hatred. He breathed steadily, each inhale seemingly bringing him more focus and energy. This was the deepest space in his heart, and also the place where he communicated with the god of anger.
In his hand, he tightly gripped a short sword. The sword was simple and unadorned, but it exuded a strong killing intent. He gently swung the sword, as if testing its weight and balance, then closed his eyes tightly.
"Now, let me see what I can do," Alan muttered to himself.
Almost in the instant that these words fell, Alan's body shot out like a taut bowstring. He moved at an incredible speed, barely touching the ground with his left foot, and he seemed to fly like a vector. At the same time, the short sword in his hand flashed like lightning through the darkness, emitting a dazzling cold light.
But at that moment, Alan felt a stir in his heart. He sensed an impulse from the depths of his being, the power of the god of anger at work. His heart tightened, and the short sword in his hand instantly elongated, becoming a heavy long sword. He swung this new form of weapon with great force, the sword energy breaking through the air, creating an almost visible flow of energy in front of the sword tip, as if to cleave the void in two.
"Not bad, but I can do better," Alan thought to himself.
He suddenly crouched down as if to concentrate all his strength under his feet. Then, the long sword in his hand instantly shortened, transforming into a dagger only about the length of his palm. He wielded this dagger like the wind, leaving behind sharp and fierce marks.
Before this sword energy dissipated, Alan suddenly turned around, and the dagger in his hand instantly transformed into a heavy two-handed hammer. This hammer was taller than his body and filled with overwhelming power.
He tightly gripped the handle of the sledgehammer with both hands, and every muscle in his body was as taut as a bowstring. Then, with all his might, he raised the sledgehammer high above his head and brought it down with astonishing speed.
"Boom!"
A deafening roar reverberated in the void, as the giant hammer struck, creating a deep crater as if shaking the entire world.
Alan stood there, feeling the power drawn from anger filling his entire body. It was an unprecedented sensation, the true power he experienced for the first time through 'Bloodthirst' empowerment.
Alan waved the weapon filled with anger and power in his hand, then took a deep breath as if trying to absorb the excitement and unease in his heart. He calmly asked, "Now, what should I do first?" He stared at the old man intently, as if trying to find the answer from his mysterious and enigmatic face.
The God of Revenge revealed a profound and inscrutable smile, exuding a kind of dignity that could not be underestimated. "You will return to the mortal world as a vengeful and powerful demon. You will assemble a resistance force to fundamentally change this world ruled by nobles and false gods. Finally, you will wield your sword against those arrogant and self-righteous gods, letting them taste the bitterness of deprivation and oppression."
Afterwards, the old man's expression became unusually indifferent, and his smile seemed to turn into a kind of mockery and disdain. He laughed coldly a few times and said, "Remember, Alan, true power comes from anger and revenge, not from forgiveness or mercy."
Alan was about to speak, but suddenly felt a strong force pulling his consciousness down, as if being swallowed into a bottomless black hole. In this darkness and chaos, he seemed to traverse time and space, experiencing countless cycles of life and death. His body felt like it was being torn apart, every cell filled with pain and unease, but also with strength and vitality.
It seems that the whispers of the god of revenge are coming from the ear, and the voice seems to come from the depths of the distant universe, deep and shocking: "Let your anger be the driving force for your progress, Alan. Don't forget, you are the chosen one, you are the vanguard and messenger of this great war of revenge."
At this moment, Alan's consciousness began to become increasingly blurred, feeling that his soul was falling sharply from the high sky like a heavy stone. The darkness gradually receded, and light pierced his consciousness, and below was the land he was most familiar with - the city of Oreston in The Kingdom of Asturias. As he fell rapidly, there was a strange tranquility in his heart, accompanied by a premonition of reuniting with his body.
In this endless freefall, time seems to stretch out, and all past memories and future choices rush to mind in this instant. Suddenly, he feels a powerful force pulling him towards the ground, and at that moment, his soul violently collides with his own body.
The heavy impact almost causes Alan to lose consciousness, but he grits his teeth against the intense pain and quickly focuses his mind. He can feel the immense muscles and strength throughout his body, like a tightly drawn bow ready to release a deadly arrow at any moment.
However, when he regained consciousness, the air around him was filled with an unbearable stench. It was the smell of blood, and the stench of corpses permeated the air. He felt the darkness all around him, as if he had been thrown into the depths of hell.
Alan didn't know where he was, but he knew this was not a good place. He struggled to explore the darkness with his hands and felt cold, slippery objects brushing against his fingers. He soon realized that these were corpses, and he was in a mass grave. These bodies were all slave, their lives, like his, had been mercilessly stripped away by nobles and priests.
Taking a deep breath of the foul air, Alan struggled to suppress his anger and unease. Now, he was more certain of his mission: to end all the injustice, oppression, and hypocrisy. He would use all his strength to shatter it all.
At the same time, the anger deep inside him burned like a raging fire, the source of his newfound power. He knew that from this moment on, he was the messenger of revenge.
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