The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

The God of War Art is a technique he found when he first opened the Tower of Inheritance. He didn’t touch it back then, but he had it at the back of his mind that when he one day becomes an Immortal, he would learn it.

The main reason was that he had heard of the God of War before.

During the Primordial Era, there was a warrior who was proficient in all the arts of combat. They said he could wield any weapon and use any fighting style he deemed perfect for a specific battle.

Nobody knows when he vanished, but it was said that he left his battle art for a worthy warrior to inherit.

Klaus had searched for it during the Renegade Era and the Calamity Era. Both Fruity and Magnus searched for it for thousands of years, and he is sure his other incarnations searched for the same thing, too.

Now that he has gotten his hands on it, there is just no telling how happy he feels. He had already concluded that the idea of his Weapons Overlord class came from that battle art.

The ability to use any weapon is similar to the God of War Art, so he is both happy and thrilled to have finally received the main thing.

If he can learn this technique, there is a good chance he will be able to utilise his class more effectively. The stars know he would need his class fully utilised with the kind of life he is about to live.

He picked up the manual and walked to a cultivation mat and sat down. The moment he sat down, his mind cleared, allowing him to fully concentrate on the task at hand.

Klaus made the manual hover before him for a few minutes before concentrating his consciousness into it.

This isn’t his first time interacting with technique manuals that send one’s consciousness to a realm where one must interact with the technique’s runes before grasping its content.

The moment his consciousness entered the realm, he blacked out. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a mist of clouds, seated on one of them.

A couple of kilometres away, a towering statue with six pairs of hands stood imposing and extremely handsome. If not because Klaus had seen many giants in the many lives he had lived, he would have mistaken it for a giant.

Well, he wouldn’t be blamed, considering it is a giant statue that looks almost real. He focused on the statue for a few minutes before he willed the cloud to move closer.

As he moved closer, he began to see more of the statue than he had initially thought. First, in one of the twelve arms, a great sword appeared.

As he moved closer, a spear appeared in another hand, followed by an axe, a mace, a scythe, and soon all kinds of weapons filled the twelve arms.

It was after the twelve hands were occupied with weapons that Klaus noticed a figure appear on the head of the statue. By then, he was twenty meters away from the statue.

Just when he saw the person, his body was lifted into the air, and before he knew it, he was standing on the head of the statue, facing a handsome man, more handsome than even him.

He is tall, fairly muscular, and oozing with rizz simply from how perfect his dark hair fell down his back.

”I am Ares. How may I address you?” he spoke, his voice much deeper than Klaus’s.

”Klaus.”

”So tell me, Klaus, where did you find my manual?” The question came out casual, but it carried some weight. Klaus knew this was where he would determine whether he was worthy of learning the God of War manual or not.

So giving him a precise answer is a must. Thankfully, the three weeks he spent researching the owner of the inheritance tower weren’t for nothing.

”I received this manual after inheriting the tower from a legendary warrior named Odin.”

Ares furrowed his brow, a bit intrigued, a bit apprehensive.

”There are many mysteries of the universe, Klaus,” Ares said, taking a step forward. ”One of those mysteries was the one called Odin. Some say he was born on the same day the universe was born.

Some say he came from beyond this universe.

Many said many things. But there is one thing I am certain of: the name Odin cannot be mentioned casually.

Zeus, Poseidon, Indra, Shiva, Tyr, and the like are names that have been wiped from the records mainly because of the power they carry.

Not just anyone can mention those names and stay alive for long. In fact, those names are banned from ever being uttered, not when the last child hasn’t appeared yet.

So tell me, Klaus, why were you able to mention his name and stay alive?” Ares was standing before Klaus when he asked, his eyes looking directly at his face, reading everything about him.

He panicked but remained standing, showing no fear whatsoever. Ares looked imposing, but Klaus had already lived full lives and remembered them, so he tapped into that experience to keep his calm.

But when he tried to speak, his answer caught in his throat. Eventually, he spoke the words he wanted to say.

”I am a Forbidden Child.”

Ares raised his brow…

”A paragon, huh. So you actually exist.” A pale smile appeared on his face, then turned into laughter, one that came from deep within his soul. ”Destiny is indeed a bitch.”

Klaus allowed Ares to have his fair share of laughter. He seemed amused by something, so he let him have his laugh. After five minutes, he calmed down and turned to Klaus.

”You were a myth, kid. During my time, when everything went to shit, it was said you would come. The one destined to end it all, they said.

I died before it all happened, so I never met you. But I guess meeting you today is destiny. You and I share some form of destiny that I am sure had something to do with my battle art. Otherwise, someone like me, a being destined to kill the paragon, wouldn’t be smiling with you right now.”

Klaus took a few steps back, his expression turning dark.

”But then again, that bastard came and destroyed the timeline, so I suppose our meeting today is destiny’s way of telling me I now have a new mission.”

”Which is,” Klaus asked, his expression still dark.

”Help you.”

Klaus stopped frowning as his expression turned from dark to confused. Just now, Ares said he was meant to kill him. This meant he was meant to kill Klaus in his first incarnation.

That, in a way, made him a bit apprehensive. It is not every day one meets their enemy and smiles with them, so he was scared there for a second.

But hearing him say his job now was to aid him was a bit shocking, all things considered.

”Why?” He asked.

”Beat me, Klaus. All I can tell you is that the mysteries of the heavens go beyond what you know. There is more at play than you can start to imagine.

I was meant to kill you, not because you were a threat. You were someone outside the rules, and so the universe would love you eliminated.

However, if she had sent you here today, then it means something is terribly wrong. So wrong that the universe needed a paragon’s help.”

Ares smiled and then added with a grin, ”Yes, Klaus, the heavens want you dead, but it also needs your help.”