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The followers of the mad god has declared themselves independent and have created a kingdom. They numbers are few so they shouldn't pose a threat. The King of Velen is trying to make peaceful negations. If it were for me I would have wiped them all out.

"Head Priest."

"Ah, yes I was lost in thought. I understand the kingdom of Furor claimed a part of the elven Forrest. My hands are tied however, the King of Velen is stubborn regarding this matter. He has requested that all the other Kingdoms should negotiant peacefully to avoid a war."

"Humph those dark elves what can they do? They are at most 5 000 men and women in Furor. The others are scattered around the whole continent and have accepted the way of light. If it weren't for the king of Velen I would have wiped them out of the map."

"Patience, we need to do a campaign, if we convince the people that the dark elves are evil, the king of Velen would lose trust. The church of Chadera would further strengthen."

"So far they haven't done anything provoking except using the lake of vitality to pump their shit. How outrageous. If nothing is done soon, I won't give the King of Velen any face and will personally kill Thorus."

Suddenly a white glowing portal of some sort appeared. Out of the portal a stunning beauty came out.

She had silver hair and blue eyes. With a well formed body she steals the hearts of man. They would even kill their own grannies just to be able to touch once.

Looking further it dawns on me. That is the Goddess Chadera. She seems to carry her self with arrogance. Yet in her eyes they seem to radiate genteelness and love.

The elf edwyrd seems to notice as well. We both go down to our knees immediately.

"Y—your grace. What a honor for you to come down here."

Still not daring to look up I wait for her to speak. In front of her I am merely a mortal, an insignificant being. The one that created us being in front of us, If I were to die now I would have no regrets.

"You may stand up."

Without hesitating Edwyrd and I stand up, still we avoid looking in to her eyes. We are to unworthy.

"I have request that is of utmost importance. It needs to be taken care of immoderately. Can you do it my children ?"

"It would be a honor. I would do everything for you my grace. Please tell us what it is and it will be taken care of without fail."

"I have felt a disturbance in the elven woods. It was where the kingdom of Furor resides. I guess the disturbance was caused by the King. I want you to bring him here to this church alive. No matter what he is not to be killed. Also, don't hurt the dark elves. They are still my children even if they strayed from the right path.

"It will be done I will sent one of of the holy knights to do so."

I look at Erdwyin who has a devilish grin. That Thorus is done. The goddess has never gone down to our world just for someone. He must have done something terrible.

Erdwyin must also thinking the same.

"Good,if you have found him and brought him here just pray to me and I will come down."

I just a flash and before I could answer the goddess was gone.

The goddess Chadera has heard my prayer, Erdwyin rejoices.

"I will send Robert to capture him, even if the King of Velen is against it he can't do anything."

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POV Thorus

I have a new hobby that is to kill myself. Most of the people would think I am crazy, I am indeed. I have lost count of how much I killed myself. My soul force is slowly reaching the limit but I don't feel like exploding. I think I have relive myself a bit.

Through my profound wisdom I gained new insights of my soul. I have a neat idea, I will try to make a clone of myself.It won't be just a clone with its free will. It will have my will. If I were to inject my soul core in to it somehow it would be like I exist two times.

I need to find out a way to make a soul core. I don't know anyway, of course I could experiment a lot. Like condensing my whole spirit force in to a core. That method however is dangerous. I could shatter my soul core if I exhaust my soul force to much.

Also I can't be sure if it works.

There is another method that is much too dangerous to try. If think I am going to use that method. I will split a part of my soul core and insert it in to a vessel. I am confident that I can survive, since my soul core gained in size and power, after killing my self countless times.

First I need to make myself a vessel. A magical beast would be nice, with that I can create a strong body. I just need to remodel it in to human shape.

Let's first find out where a strong one resides. I go on to the roof of the tower and spread my spiritual sense. Let's see how far I can go.

I am able to cover 2/3 of the continent not bad. Let's look for one that is not too far away. About 60 km to the west their seems to be a strong magical beast at least S rank I guess.

Hmm what is that? There seems to be an SS rank humanoid coming this way. It is heading straight here with high speed. Is he or she coming for me? Can it be an enemy? I don't want to take chances I need to create that clone right away. I estimate that he will be here in at least eight hours.

Looking down I see the city bustling with noise. The city is expanding quite fast. I look around the city for the old man, since his aura is familiar I find him right away.

I jump down the tower flapping my wings I fly towards the old man.

The old man seeing me from afar waves his hand at me and shouts

"Your highness"

The other people seeing me go down on their knees looking at me with admiring eyes.

I land in front of the old man.

"Your Highness."

"Not now there is an emergency. Are the protection shelters build already?"

"No not yet. Why?"

"We have no time. A strong one is approaching the city. He will be here in eight hours. Wait a moment."

I touch the ground with my hand and convert the underground soil in to a protection shelter. It can easily fit the people of Furor.

The whole ground begins to shine making the whole Kingdom Furor to shine. The underground shelter is made out of concrete mixed with steel. I don't have any time so that should be enough.

About 20 entrances emerge from the ground in the whole city.

The whole city was in uproar.

"The shelters are done, tell shael, neurocarniium and Verrona to evacuate the people. They should just take the absolute necessary. Don't come out until I tell you so."

"What about your Highness." The old man seems worried.

"Don't worry about me. I will kill him if necessary. Maybe he is friendly. I just don't want to gamble. After the people are evacuated. The others should also stay their including you."

"But-"

"No buts" I shout angrily.

The old man is taken back. He regains his posture and nods.

"I will do so."

"Good. I must go somewhere. I'll be back shortly."

Without waiting for his answer I shot upwards in to the sky like a bullet and head west.

This isn't good. I was too comfortable. I could handle an SS class, but he might be the champion of Chadera. If it is the case I am doomed, wait I can't die. Should I go in to the future and check the enemy out?

Hmm, no way, I don't want any spoilers. Forget it, forget it. If he flattens Furor I just kill myself and go back in time. I would be able to make a plan then.

It he acts on the orders of the goddess then that might be bad. I wonder what I did to offend that bitch.

Is my existence reason enough to kill me? Does she want me dead? Why send only one person? Questions after questions, ain't no use thinking about it. I increase my speed.

After 20 minuets I arrive at a valley that is surrounded with big ass mountains

I cast my spiritual sense and head to the magical beast.

The beast seems to be in a cave.

"Let's go in"

The cave is illuminated with some kind of glowing stones or some shit. Typical fantasy setting, nice.

After some walking I stumble upon a sleeping big tiger. And when I say big I mean it. It was at least 5 meters big. It was a tiger with a horn on its head. Seriously? That bitch Chadera has no sense for design.

If I was a game designer I could have created something like that with just a fart of mine.

Anyway since time is of the essence I need to act quickly. I take out my soul sword out of my ring of storage and slowly approach the horned tiger.

I need to make it quick but I have to becareful not to tear space or that tiger might get sucked in. I sighed in my head, being overpowered is not always nice and fun.

I was about to swing down my sword but the horned tiger seems to noticed my killing intend and woke up. Since there was no time to dodge it decided to take my sword head on with its right paw.

That was a mistake. As soon the right paw of the tiger was touching my soul sword it cut through it. It was like I cut empty air, no resistance at all.

The horned tiger growled in pain and jumped away from me with its three remaining legs.

It looked at me frightened. His right leg was wasted. It was cleanly cut in two form the middle.

"Look what you have done, you could have died a nice clean death. This will get nasty."

Since time was of the essence I didn't even think of playing with my prey. I charged forward with all my power. I even directed some of my soul force in to my legs making my self appear in front of the injured tiger in an instant.

The tiger was to injured to react in time my sword slashed towards its head. The only thing he could do was roar the last time. A roar that contained fear of death, agony, fury and disbelief.

The moment the sword touched the horned tiger's fur the head begun to separate in to two clean halves. My charge didn't stop their and with no effort I cut the tiger in to two halves.

The horned tiger looked like the cross section pictures you could find in education books.

I put my sword back in to my ring and without losing time I start to convert the carcass.

I picture myself while converting it. Since the material is not enough to make myself with the enchantments I currently have. I decided to make a light version of myself.

The vessel will have only have a duranium skin. I make him not so strong on purpose. First I could fool my enemies and second it would be much more fun. Right now I am to over powered.

The two halves shine and for min to a light version of my self. I look so handsome.

Let's get to the soul part, can't waste time.

I sit down cross legged and begin mediating. After some time I am able to see my soul core with the soul force coating it.

This will be the most dangerous thing I have tried. If I were to fail my soul where to shatter and my soul wouldn't be able to go back in time. My past self wouldn't know and would try the same. In all the timelines I would die. Seriously, I don't know if it is true or not. That matter is too complicated. I am a madman not a scientist.

Looking at my soul core I think about how I am going to approach it.

Fuck it lets just chip something out.

I concentrate on my core and will it bit to separate with the core. A piece of soul core separated and an pain unimaginable could be felt. My face went pale and I spat out a lot of blood. On my core a fissure spread.

"Not good!"

I force my soul force in to my soul core to stop the cracks. It seems to work.

"Puh, that was scary."

The soul core seems to repair it self.

I will out the soul core splitter out of my body. A black splitter of 2 cm appears, it is pointy on both sides.

"What have you done are you crazy." Urkrass seems to be a bit upset.

"Don't worry, I survived, isn't it what counts?"

"Lad, you have to becareful, don't do that in the future. Your soul almost shattered. You have damaged your soul quite a bit."

"Don't worry, I can just kill myself and fix it."

"True but don't be reckless. I might be mad but in front of you I am just an infant where you are the king of madness."

"Yes, yes."

After hearing Urkrass's complains I will my soul core splitter in to the vessel.

The splitter enters the body.

"No reaction yet? Let's pour in some soul force."

I will my soul force inside the vessel. After 10 minuets the eyes of the vessel shine with a black-purple- red light.

After the light shines something strange happened I had vision of two people. I felt the body of the vessel. It was like I exist two times. I need to get used to it. I stand up (the vessel) and look at myself.

"Hey handsome"

"What's up me."

This is self talk on a whole new level.

After I made myself I started to kill my self. There was still enough time.

I needed to repair my damaged soul core.

After countless suicides I decided it was enough.

I took myself and flew back to furor.

The light version of me stands on top of the tower waiting for our guest.

While I went in to the shelters to explain things to the old man.