THE DESCENT OF EVIL GODS

A Return from the Abyss

A sharp intake of breath.

Darkness faded into a blur of white. The scent of antiseptic hung in the air. A slow, rhythmic beeping echoed in the quiet room.

Su Chen's fingers twitched.

His senses were sharp, too sharp. He could feel the fabric of the blanket draped over him, the coolness of the air, and the unnatural stillness in his body. Something was wrong.

His last memory was of battle. He had fought against the gods, wielding forbidden magic that drained the very essence of his being. He had stood at the peak of power—feared, respected, unstoppable.

Yet, he had lost.

Humanity had lost.

The gods descended in overwhelming numbers, their divine might crushing everything in their path. The resistance crumbled. The world burned. His people died, and he had perished with them.

But now…

He was alive.

Su Chen's eyes shot open, revealing a plain white ceiling. He turned his head slowly, assessing his surroundings. He was in a hospital room, hooked up to monitors. His body felt younger, lighter.

A calendar hung on the wall.

March 14th, 2025.

His breath caught in his throat.

Two months before the gods descend.

A surge of emotions crashed into him—disbelief, shock, anger, and then… resolve.

This was not a dream. This was real.

He had been reborn.

Testing the Waters

Su Chen sat up slowly, disconnecting the IV drip attached to his arm. His body felt… unfamiliar. Not weak, but lacking the overwhelming power he once commanded.

He clenched his fist, focusing inward.

A familiar warmth surged through him. His mana. It was there, waiting to be used.

In his past life, every spell had a cost. Even the simplest incantations drained his reserves, forcing him to ration his power. Forbidden spells required extensive cooldowns—weeks, even months of recovery.

But now…

He whispered an incantation.

A spark of fire danced in his palm.

The heat was real. The mana was real.

But something was different. He felt no drain, no fatigue. He pushed further, feeding more power into the flame. It expanded, growing into a roaring sphere of fire. The heat intensified, distorting the air around it.

Still, no strain.

His eyes widened.

Unlimited mana.

He clenched his fist, extinguishing the flame. A slow smile formed on his lips.

This changed everything.

A World Unaware

Su Chen swung his legs over the hospital bed and stood. His movements were steady, controlled. He approached the window, pulling back the curtain.

The city stretched before him—skyscrapers, neon lights, bustling streets. People walked the sidewalks, chatting, laughing, living their normal lives.

They had no idea.

No idea that in two months, everything would change.

He turned on the television. The news played as usual—economic reports, political debates, entertainment gossip. Nothing hinted at the catastrophe that loomed ahead.

He clenched his jaw.

This world was blind.

But he wasn't.

He had two months before the gods descended. Two months to change the fate of humanity.

He couldn't waste time.

The First Steps

Su Chen's mind raced. He needed a plan.

1. Convince the higher-ups. The government and military had to prepare.

2. Eradicate the cult. The traitors who worshipped the gods would accelerate the descent.

3. Gather powerhouses. He was strong, but he couldn't fight alone.

The first step?

Testing the extent of his power.

He exited the hospital, his body still adjusting to its younger state. The city felt the same, yet different. The air was fresher, the streets cleaner—things he had long forgotten after the apocalypse.

He made his way to an abandoned warehouse district. If he was going to test his abilities, he needed privacy.

He raised his hand, summoning mana. The air crackled with energy.

"Let's see what I can do."