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As the sound of screaming fill the air, a strange figure with blue flames turn the living souls into consumables, this figure was known as the first Arknid Rubas, or the god of Radors. 700 years later I'm sitting on her thrown with the same blue flames all people fear. To the Radors I'm a hero and a god. But to mortals… a fiend, an menace to society. Well, not entirely true guessing I should explain myself, I started as a human and wasn't really strong at all. when I first started out as a Rador. The Parallel world of Tyrant had a... Different lifestyle, changes had to be made and heck, I even lost my Mancard just to save a friend. But if it was all it took to get this far and go through hell to get this far. It was all worth it….

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