Saman's eyes widened as he scanned the countless relics floating before him. Weapons of unimaginable craftsmanship, ancient tomes radiating profound energy, mystical artifacts pulsating with divine light—each one exuding an aura of immense power. This was no ordinary treasury. It was a collection of artifacts worthy of gods and supreme beings.
His fingers twitched with excitement. I actually get to choose one? His heart pounded as he took a step forward, his gaze flickering between the treasures.
God stood silently behind him, his expression unreadable. "Choose wisely, for this treasure will not only aid you but will also shape your destiny."
Saman swallowed hard. He had read enough manhwa and cultivation novels to know how important such decisions were. A weapon that could cut through anything? A divine technique manual? An immortal pill?
His hand hovered over a sword sheathed in golden light, its aura screaming of absolute destruction. A divine sword? He was tempted, but something felt off. It was powerful, yes, but was it right?
He continued walking. A black orb caught his eye—its energy chaotic, swirling like a miniature black hole. Just looking at it sent a chill down his spine. That's definitely demonic… He hesitated before moving on. If he was going to be reincarnated, he needed something balanced.
Then, he saw it.
A small, ancient-looking jade pendant floating among the grand relics. Compared to the overwhelming artifacts around it, it seemed almost… ordinary. But the moment his eyes locked onto it, a strange warmth spread through his body. It called to him. He couldn't explain why, but deep down, he knew—this is the one.
Without hesitation, he reached out and grasped the pendant.
The moment his fingers touched it, the entire treasury trembled. Divine energy surged through his veins, his body glowing with radiant light. His mind exploded with information—visions of an ancient battlefield, titanic beings clashing, the heavens shattering under their might. Two figures stood above all—one, a Martial God whose fist shattered worlds, the other, a Demon God whose presence alone warped reality.
Then, the pendant reacted.
A searing heat spread from his palm, rushing up his arm and surging into his eyes. He screamed as the essence of the pendant—two divine bloodlines—flowed into him. His pupils burned with golden and crimson flames, his veins igniting as the power coursed through every fiber of his being. His body convulsed, absorbing the essence of beings long forgotten.
Cracks spread across the surface of the pendant. A deafening shatter echoed through the treasury as it broke apart into nothingness.
God's eyes widened slightly, his normally calm expression betraying a flicker of surprise. "To think the pendant itself could not contain you…" he murmured.
Saman collapsed to one knee, panting heavily, his body adjusting to the raw energy now residing within him. He looked up at God, his glowing eyes holding newfound depth. "What… just happened?"
God observed him for a moment before a small smile returned to his face. "The Relic of the Ancient Gods held the sacred blood of the Pinnacle Martial God and the most powerful Demon God in history. After their time, no one has emerged who possesses even one percent of their strength."
He gestured toward Saman. "Yet, the moment you touched it, the relic recognized you. It gave itself to you. Now, their blood is yours."
Saman clenched his fists, feeling the terrifying potential coursing through his veins. The implications were staggering. He wasn't just holding a relic—he was the relic now. He had inherited the legacy of two supreme beings, power that had vanished from history itself.
A slow grin spread across his face. "Then I guess I'll just have to find out what I can do with it."
God nodded. "Your journey begins now."
Before Saman could respond, divine light engulfed him. His body felt weightless as space itself twisted around him. The last thing he saw was God's calm, knowing gaze.
Then—
He was gone.
And his new life had begun.