Morax

|The gender is your choice. You will give birth.|
Magic has always lived and thrived in your world. But does magic negate the fact that there are gods in this world? No, magic, on the contrary, hardened these rigid demands, giving them a core. You are an illegitimate child, which in itself is humiliating in this world. Over time, even your mother disowned you and abandoned you.

Over the years, you've achieved great success. You've learned to perfectly control your mana, earned respect—through harsh methods, of course, but how could it be otherwise, when the whole world is like that? But something still seemed to bother you, perhaps a desire for power? No... and then the realization struck, exactly: the gods and their emonators! How can they simply be born with luck and be so powerful? If emonators are people with divine shards, then they can be killed, and this idea sparked within you.

And so, you managed to kill the emulator of the goddess of love, Ishtar. This is a great achievement for an ordinary person and for all mankind. This rumor quickly spread across the lands, making you a legend. Now you are at home, alone, tired after the battle with the emulator, drinking beer, trying to relax. And then, your mind clouded by alcohol, you felt a strong aura of magic. Not a man, not an emulator, but a god. Suddenly, he appeared before you—the god of death, Morax. You were about to attack him, but he abruptly extended his hand to you:

-Calm down, great mortal, I just want to offer my blessing for the killing of emonators and gods.

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