The world below tremble like it know somethin big was changin. News spread like wildfire. Coker, the boy they called trash, had broke the rules of the tower and gods themselves. Now he stand at the edge of something older than time—a realm called the *Godless Plane*. It was a place where divine bloodlines once fought, where gods bled and fell, where curses older than the stars were born. Nobody from the mortal realm dare speak its name aloud.
But Coker? He don't care. He walkin there like he own it.
His black wings spread wide, cutting through skies that burn with ancient magic. The Divine Crown Fragment float above his head, pulsing with power that whispered secrets of fallen gods. His body, scarred and glowing with runes, burnin with the hunger to find the *Three Divine Cores*—the only keys to reach the deepest floor, the last step to meet the true devourer in his soul.
The air crackled with energy, every breath tasted like ash and fate. Shadows of forgotten gods lurk in every corner, their eyes watchin, their whispers chillin. Some tried to block him with magic so old even the stars feared it. Others sent assassins with blades forged from the bones of celestial dragons. But none stand a chance.
Coker's core devour them all. His power was no longer just strength or magic—it was *existence* itself bending to his will. The whispers turned to screams, the shadows fled, and the ancient seals cracked under his touch.
Deep inside this realm, a massive gate carved from starsteel and cursed obsidian groaned open. From the darkness stepped a figure shrouded in blood-red light. His eyes like burning coals, his armor etched with the runes of every fallen god.
"So... the godless come." The figure's voice echoed like thunder, filled with both menace and respect.
Coker grinned. "I'm not here to fight your legends. I'm here to rewrite them."
The godless warrior laugh. "Then come, child of fate. Let's see if you can survive the bloodline's curse."
The battle shook the very foundation of the realm. Blades clashed, spells exploded, and the skies above turned black with power unleashed. Every strike from Coker shattered the ancient magic that held this place together. Every move from the godless warrior tested the limits of Coker's will.
Time itself seemed to slow as they fought, echoes of gods past reverberating with every blow. Coker's wings flare with divine fire, his voice roar like the storm, "I'm the godless now. The devourer of gods and fate!"
With one final punch, infused with the power of all the fates he had consumed, Coker broke through the warrior's defense. The godless fell, his blood spilling like molten stars, his last breath a curse and a blessing.
"You... are the true devourer," he gasped.
Coker's eyes blaze. "And I'm just getting started."
As the battle's dust settled, the realm itself seemed to bow before him. The seals broken, the path open, and the last divine core glowing in the distance.
The war had truly begun. And Coker, the boy once called trash, was now the *God Eater*—the one destined to devour gods, fate, and everything in between.
His journey into the deepest darkness had just begun.
And the whole world would soon know what it means when a god bleeds.