Alex's thoughts fractured, his mind struggling to hold onto any semblance of control. He had always been told he was Mystic rank—like everyone else. Nothing more, nothing less.
But now?
Now his mother's words rang in his mind, slicing through him like a blade.
Demi-god rank.
His stomach churned, a cold shiver crawling up his spine. Demi-god?
The word didn't feel like an achievement. It felt like a death sentence.
He didn't feel powerful. He felt... hunted.
Alex's mind raced, desperately trying to make sense of it. In the world he knew, no one—no one—was at Demi-god rank. Not even Mystic rank was seen, let alone Demi-god. The idea of someone possessing the ability to transcend into godhood was a concept spoken of only in myths and legends.
He had always known that gods were out of reach for ordinary people. But Demi-gods? The mere presence of the word "god" attached to such a rank... meant something far more terrifying.
