Primordial World: Destiny Emperor's Legacy Able to Grant My Wish
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Chapitre 1: Noah
Three thousand years ago, a war broke out in the Primordial World between nine Emperors standing at the pinnacle.
The Destiny Emperor was the most dominant in that war.
He fought against the Death Emperor, who commanded an army of a million undead behind him, the Harem Emperor, who had thousands of beauties in his embrace, and also against the Dragon Emperor, who could absorb everything.
Even though he had to fight unfairly, facing three Emperors at once, the Destiny Emperor still emerged victorious. He was truly dominant.
The power of destiny stood above everything. Whether it was death, love, or absorption, all would fall before destiny.
However, there was no true victor in that war.
The greatest disaster in the Primordial World occurred. Not only did it stop the war, but it also affected everything within it.
The Destiny Emperor was also impacted by the disaster, as he had lost a lot of energy and resources during the war; he was dying.
Yet, he did not want everything about him to disappear. He wanted to be remembered, and thus, with his last breath, he created a legacy.
That legacy took the form of a golden orb, appearing simple, but it contained the power to control destiny.
The Destiny Emperor cast the orb into an unknown place, hoping that a worthy heir would find it.
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Now, in a minor world—Slavery World—connected to the Primordial World, in a gold mine where thousands of slaves were forced to work.
Noah felt utterly exhausted, sweat drenching his dull skin, and his emaciated body trembled. Yet, he kept swinging the pickaxe in his hands.
Clank! His pickaxe struck a rock, shattering it.
From the broken rock, suddenly a golden orb rolled toward Noah. Only Noah noticed it.
Noah blinked, it was the first time he had seen raw gold shaped like a ball.
He bent down, trying to pick it up. As his fingers touched the golden orb, it suddenly shot into his mouth, accidentally swallowed.
Noah was stunned, fearing that his overseer would scold him. Luckily, no one noticed. Only he knew.
As he sighed in relief, he suddenly felt heat surging in his stomach, causing him so much pain that he collapsed to the ground.
This time, the other slaves noticed Noah, but none of them moved. They were equally exhausted, lacking the energy to help one another. Their bodies were as frail as Noah's.
"Bastard, this is no time to sleep!" an overseer shouted angrily at Noah, uncaring about his condition.
The overseer's appearance was a stark contrast to the slaves here. He was fat and plump, as if he had eaten a lot of meat from the gold the slaves mined.
"S-sorry!" Noah stammered in fear, glancing at the whip in the overseer's hand.
Though his stomach was burning, the whip seemed more painful to him. Gritting his teeth, he stood up and resumed mining.
Time passed. Noah and the other slaves continued mining gold from morning until evening, without rest. Finally, as evening approached—just one second before nightfall—the slaves exited the mine.
Noah and the other slaves staggered along, tired and lethargic.
While climbing to the surface, Noah collapsed to the ground once more.
He could barely endure the searing pain in his stomach that had plagued him since noon.
"This isn't a place to sleep," the fat overseer said from behind, lashing Noah's back.
Thwack!
"Argh!" Noah cried out in pain.
His eyes welled up; it was so unfair to him. He had completed his work, and he hadn't done anything wrong, yet he was still whipped.
The fat overseer knew full well that Noah hadn't done anything wrong. But he enjoyed bullying the slaves. Whipping them made him feel superior; it filled his heart with joy.
"S-sorry…"
Noah apologized, even though it wasn't his fault.
Groaning in pain, he forced himself to stand and continued walking, bearing the stinging pain in his back.
He felt deeply saddened by his life. Always enslaved and toyed with. This life would continue until his death—a torturous cycle.
Merely living as a tool.
Deep in his heart, he wanted to fight back. he wanted so badly to beat the fat overseer until he was beaten black and blue.
But he knew he lacked the strength to do so.
That's why Noah could only curse the fat overseer in his heart. 'I hope the mine collapses and kills you!'
Without anyone noticing, the part of the mine above the fat overseer trembled.
The fat overseer grinned, but his heart wasn't satisfied. He wanted to bully more slaves.
Just as he raised his whip to lash at another slave, the section of the mine above him suddenly collapsed, crushing him to death instantly.
The slaves were shocked, halting their steps and turning to look back, realizing the fat overseer was dead.
Not a single slave moved to help him. They all hated him deeply. Instead, smiles began to spread across the faces of the slaves.
"This is a miracle."
"He deserved it."
"This is karma."
"Don't help him."
With no orders to assist, they all continued walking out of the mine, including Noah, who was confused.
'What just happened?' Noah thought. 'I prayed for him to die from a mine collapse, and it actually happened. It must be a coincidence.'
Noah didn't think it happened because of his power. He concluded that it was all just a coincidence.
Upon reaching the surface, the slaves entered a building. This building was where they slept.
There were no beds, no blankets, no pillows. All the slaves slept on the floor.
Additionally, the building had a broken roof, letting cold air bite at them.
Even though their sleeping conditions were terrible, the slaves forced themselves to sleep to be able to mine the next day, despite the cold.
The life Noah and the other slaves led was incredibly unfair.
They risked their lives working in a mine that could collapse at any moment, yet they received no fair compensation. Forget money—they didn't even have freedom.
Noah had lived as a slave since childhood.
He used to be the son of a farmer.
His life was ordinary, nothing extraordinary. But back then, he was happy and at peace.
Suddenly, a group of slave hunters attacked the village where he lived.
His parents were killed by those slave hunters, and he was captured.
After that, he was sold to the owner of this gold mine and has been mining as a slave ever since.
He longed to be free from slavery.
Every night, Noah cried, hoping for a miracle to free him.
But little did he know, that miracle had already entered his body.
It was only a matter of time before he realized it.
And it was only a matter of time before he would attain freedom.
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