Silence spread as he spoke. His mother didn't say a single word after hearing the good news. There was no trace of happiness on her face—only a deep, unsettling quiet.
Rudra began to worry. He knew all too well the dangers a warrior faced, but he had no other choice. Since childhood, his dream had been to become a God of War. He couldn't give up halfway—not now. And with the memories of his past life awakened, he understood that the threats Earth would face in the future were far more terrifying than anyone could imagine. Even Luo Feng, in his current state, couldn't foresee the near-extinction level danger looming ahead. One wrong decision, and Earth could become nothing more than a slave planet under alien rule.
"Why do you want to become a warrior? If it's because of money, there's no need. Just tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you. Even if I have to work overtime every day, I'll fulfil all your needs."
As Rudra's thoughts spiralled into the uncertain future of Earth, his mother's trembling voice pulled him back to the present.
"Ma, it's been my dream since childhood. And didn't you always say, 'Do what your heart tells you'? This is what I want, Ma."
He gently held her hand, his voice soft—careful not to hurt her feelings.
Devi fell silent again. She simply looked at Rudra. Somewhere along the way, the boy she had once cradled had grown into a young man. Nearly 1.8 meters tall, with an innocent face and a quiet but resolute determination in his eyes—he was no longer the child she remembered.
"You're just like your father—stubborn and full of determination," Devi said, half smiling, half crying. "He used to say, 'One day, I'll become the strongest person in the world. And when I do, I'll take you to the moon and marry you there.' But what happened? He died before he could even become a War God."
Rudra's eyes lit up with curiosity. He had never seen his father—not even once. Ever since he was born, his mother had avoided the topic, keeping the past locked away. But now, hearing her speak about him for the first time, something stirred deep within Rudra—a longing to know the man whose blood ran in his veins.
"Heh," Devi chuckled bitterly, wiping her tears. "Every time you talk about becoming a warrior, I can't help but worry. What if you disappear too? Every time I think about it, it feels like my heart is being cut into a thousand pieces." Her voice trembled. "My greatest wish was always for you to live an ordinary, peaceful life. But I guess… that wish will never come true."
She laughed softly through her tears, mocking her own helpless hope—the dream of a mother who only wanted to keep her son safe.
Seeing her like this, Rudra felt a deep pang of guilt. But as a son—and as a man—he couldn't back down from the path he had chosen. Steeling his heart, he stood firm and gently replied.
"Ma, you don't have to worry about me. I'm strong enough to handle the dangers of the wilderness. And becoming a warrior isn't just my dream—it's my passion. So please, give me your blessing… with a smile."
He spoke with a soft smile, hoping to ease the weight in her heart.
Devi suddenly stopped crying. In one swift motion, she wiped away her tears and looked at him—this time with a calm, proud expression.
"I know… I know my son isn't ordinary. You're a genius, Rudra," she said, her voice steadier. "So, I won't stop you from becoming a warrior. But you must promise me one thing—you will never take on unnecessary danger. Promise me that."
"I promise, Ma. I'll never take on a mission that isn't worth the risk."
His smile lingered—calm, confident, and full of quiet resolve.
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11 o'clock. The lights were off. Rudra sat alone on the couch, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. His face was clouded with emotion. Today had been the most disastrous day of his life—both in this one and the one before.
He knew all too well the weight of his decision. Choosing the path of a warrior would always worry his mother. But he had no choice. The disaster looming on Earth's horizon would be far greater than anyone could fathom. Even now, a single beast tide was enough to claim the life of a War God. But in the future… when a Space Beast, one of the apex predators of the universe, descended upon Earth—he couldn't even imagine the terror of that day.
Could he have tried to take Luo Feng's opportunities ahead of time? The answer was simple: too late. He had arrived a bit too late. Just last year, a Level 3 rat tide had erupted near County Town No. 0231. In the desperate defence of the base city, War God Lu Gang had laid down his life.
And just this April, a terrifying genius had appeared in the Elite Training Camp—someone who shot up to rank 68 within a month of joining.
It was clear: time wasn't on Rudra's side. He didn't have the luxury to slowly accumulate strength and compete for the limited opportunities that shaped legends. And more importantly—he didn't like the idea of stealing someone else's luck. That path felt wrong to him. His pride, both as a man and as someone reborn with knowledge of the future, rejected the notion of riding another's fate.
So, all he could do now was try his best—to grow stronger, as quickly as possible.
But there was one thing he still couldn't quite understand, something that gnawed at the edge of his thoughts. The day he was ambushed and left for dead… the sudden surge of memories from his previous life couldn't have been a coincidence. It felt too precise, too timely. As if something—some unknown force, some universal miracle—had awakened his past exactly when he needed it most.
Eventually, Rudra stopped thinking and lay down on the couch. Today's training had drained him more than usual, leaving his body heavy with fatigue.
The moment he closed his eyes; sleep took him swiftly.
Unbeknownst to him, a faint, illusionary force shimmered into existence around his body as he slept. It silently slipped into his mind, and a mysterious transformation began to unfold. Rudra felt nothing alarming—only a deep, soothing comfort, like every inch of his body was being gently and thoroughly massaged.
But this force wasn't just easing his muscles. It was reshaping him—altering both his body and his soul. Cells were being refined, consciousness elevated. Somewhere deep within his mind, near a faintly glowing rhombus-shaped blue crystal, the remaining energy settled—quiet and invisible, like a slumbering god waiting to awaken.
Such a profound change had taken place, yet Rudra remained unaware. All he knew was that, tonight, sleep felt deeper… and far more peaceful than ever before.