Time Reaper: Rise Of The Blood Monarch

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.

The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.

Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.

For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.

Then I woke up.

Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.

Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.

The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.

They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.

Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.