Coker stood from the throne like a king that ain't never beg for no crown, his body radiatin like a war sun, his veins glowin with golden-black fire, his muscles bulgin with god pressure, his eyes burnin straight into the next era. The moment he rose, the entire world *shifted*. Mountains quaked like scared children, oceans whispered ancient names, and even the stars blinked—like they was checkin if what they felt was real. But it was real. Too real. *Coker wasn't a man no more. He was an era.* A walkin extinction event. A disaster the gods *forgot* they had left locked up behind fate, and now he was free, stompin forward like destiny itself done made a mistake and couldn't press undo. The ruins behind him shattered. Not from explosion. From pressure. His presence was a *curse to time*. The sky itself refused to shine above him. Clouds ran away. Wind bowed. The elements bent like they was kids gettin scolded by the real boss.
As Coker walked forward from the God Throne, every step turned stone to ash. The old path was no longer meant to carry someone like him. But he ain't care. He kept walkin. His fists were still sore from beatin his own shadow. His body was still singin with rage melody. But inside his chest? That "God Core: Devourer of Fate" pulsed like a second heart—and it was hungry. Hungry for divinity. Hungry for blood. Hungry for *justice.* Not the fake kind them kingdoms scream about. The *real one*. The kind that makes every enemy wish they stayed dead. And Coker had a *list*.
He appeared at the first kingdom—*Solmaris*, land of false light, the same ones who laughed when he awakened as E-Rank. Who used his name as a joke. Who exiled him like trash. They prayed to a sun god. A fake one. A weak one. But that god showed up, descendin from golden light, holdin a spear of flame as tall as mountains. The people cheered. But then Coker raised just *one* finger. The sky cracked. The flame spear turned cold. And the god? He paused. He blinked. He *saw* Coker. And then that flame god *ran*. Like for real ran. Teleportin through six realms just to get away. But fate ain't got escape doors no more. Not with Coker holdin the key. He chased him across realms, his steps rippin holes in the universe, his fists causin time jumps. When he caught the sun god, it wasn't even a fight. It was a *lesson*. He grabbed the divine throat, squeezed until the god begged, then devoured the sun inside his chest like it was a snack. That's when the system tried again. "New Skill: Sun Core Absorbed. Flame Authority Overwritten. Light Domain Acquired." But even then, Coker just said, "Next."
News spread like wild holy fire. *The Devourer marches.* And kingdoms started panickin. Some knelt to him. Some hid in relics. Others tried to trap him in prophecy cages. But Coker kept walkin. Through holy forests that used to only let pure bloods enter. He burnt 'em with rage. Through heaven-locked towers guarded by angels. He made 'em bow with silence. Through demon cities guarded by curse dragons. He tamed 'em with *presence*. Every corner of the world now had a new whisper. "The Godslayer is comin." He didn't need armies. He was the army. He didn't need banners. His *pressure* was the banner. And behind him followed all the powers he devoured—skills from bosses, divinity from gods, curses from demons. And ahead of him? Just one goal: *the Divine Summit*. The place where all gods gather, rule, and judge.
He kicked open the gates of that summit with his bare foot. No invite. No respect. No hesitation. The gods was already sittin there. Thousands. Some with faces of fire. Others with bodies made of storms, trees, steel, or song. The air was heavy with divine laws. But Coker? He walked in like it was *his room*. Some gods stood. Some tried to fight. One god, the *Judge of Stars*, stood tall and yelled, "You dare enter sacred ground without bowin?" Coker looked dead in his eyes and said, "Nah. Y'all the ones who should bow. And you got ten seconds." The silence after was *nuclear.* The air itself held its breath. But that judge laughed. He swung down a blade forged from ten thousand black holes. It never touched Coker. Coker grabbed it with two fingers. *Snapped it in half*. Then grabbed the judge by the face and *smashed him through the floor.* Seven layers deep. No mercy. "You had one job," Coker muttered. "And you failed." The other gods started chantin spells, laws, creation codes. Didn't matter. Coker raised both arms and screamed, "I AIN'T ASKED FOR NONE OF THIS!" And with that roar, his God Core unleashed everything. *Every fate eaten. Every power. Every pain.* The divine summit cracked, then collapsed.
The world trembled. The gods fell from their seats. Some screamed. Some wept. Some simply vanished, unmade by his truth. "You were supposed to stay E-Rank," a voice cried. "You were just trash!" Coker stepped over divine corpses and said, "I was trash. Then y'all flushed me. But I came back up the pipe with rage." Then he reached the final throne. The original god. The Creator. The one who designed the whole system. Coker pointed. "Your turn." The Creator stood, sighin. "You can't devour me." But Coker grinned, eyes glowin so bright they melted stars. "Watch me."
Then he punched.
*To be continued…*