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100 powerstone - 1 extra chapter
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"I know he's Reimi's avatar… the one who's trying to destroy creation itself," said Nimrud.
His words shocked everyone.
Terah looked at his son, then at Nimrud, and sighed. "Impossible… that being you're talking about—Ra's avatar—he has the face of an eagle mixed with a lion, and a human body. No one can even fight him," Terah muttered.
Nimrud clenched his fist and glared at Abraham. "I've had enough of him!" he shouted. "How many of you want to get rid of him?"
Almost everyone raised their hands—men, women, soldiers—everyone except Terah, Lot, Hagar, and Sarah.
They all shouted, "Kill him! He destroyed our gods!"
Nimrud smirked. "Then so be it. If your so-called God can really save you from death, Abraham, then let's see it."
He turned to his soldiers. "Bring the animal dung we stored. Open the pit in the center. We'll burn him there. Mix the dung with oil from Karamul and melt the iron underneath—let the ground burn too. When it burn with it, the flames will rise even higher."
"Yes, my king!" the people shouted, quickly gathering everything.
Within an hour, a huge pyre was built. The smell of oil and dung filled the air.
A soldier stepped forward, grabbed Abraham's arm—but suddenly, Abraham vanished and appeared near the fire himself.
Everyone froze.
"He teleported!" someone yelled.
"It's him! The cursed one! The evil avatar of Reimi !" another screamed.
Their fear grew stronger. In their eyes, Abraham wasn't human anymore—he was a threat to their faith, to everything they believed.
They thought the animal dung was holy—it burned for years, and when ignited, it made flames that looked divine. To them, it was their god's power.
"Light it," said Nimrud coldly.
The soldier threw a torch into the pit. The fire roared up, higher and higher, turning red and golden, reaching the sky.
"Throw in dry wood and cactus!" Nimrud shouted.
The flames grew even larger. The heat became unbearable. Even from far away, people covered their faces. Sarah held onto Hagar's hand tightly, trembling. Lot clenched his teeth, his eyes on his uncle.
After an hour, the fire reached almost 300 feet high, blazing at over 450 degrees.
Abraham looked at it calmly.
But then… his eyes narrowed.
Why am I feeling this fire? he thought.
Someone's feeding it power… fate energy.
He looked deeper into the flames—and then he saw it.
A figure, half-transparent, glowing in golden aura—
Horus himself.
The god was hidden, using invisibility to strengthen the fire from afar.
Abraham's lips curved into a smile.
"So, that's how it is… Ra's little grandson wants to play with fire, huh?" he whispered.
After the preparations were done, Nimrud stood up and shouted,
"Throw that Abraham into the fire!"
But the soldier standing near him hesitated.
"Your Majesty… the fire is too hot! We can't even go near it!"
The flames were so intense that even birds flying above changed their path. The air shimmered with heat.
Sarah looked nervous, her hands trembling a little, but Hagar and Lot stood calmly beside her. They had seen Abraham's power before—they knew nothing in this world could harm him.
"Then build something to throw him in!" Nimrud ordered. "Build a catapult! Now!"
A soldier shouted, "Your Majesty, we already have one ready!"
"Good! Bring it here!" Nimrud commanded.
The soldiers brought the large wooden catapult and placed Abraham on it. Then, at Nimrud's signal, they cut the rope.
The catapult snapped, and Abraham was thrown straight toward the raging fire.
While flying through the air, Abraham suddenly heard voices echoing in his mind—it was his fellow prophets.
"Yo, Abraham! What's going on?" said Noah from the Second Heaven.
"Well, Noah," Abraham replied calmly, "I'm currently being thrown into a fire. And not just any fire… the Egyptian pantheon is involved. They've used fate energy through their avatars to fuel it."
Noah shouted, "Wait! You don't have fire resistance! You'll get burned!"
Abraham blinked, pausing midair. "Crap! I forgot! I have water resistance, air resistance, lightning resistance, magic resistance… but not fire!"
"Idiot!" Noah groaned. "You always forget the most important thing!"
Abraham smiled helplessly and closed his eyes. "Most High… please help me in this situation."
Lot, watching from below, heard Abraham's prayer and went pale for a moment. He doesn't have fire resistance?! But then he relaxed and whispered, "He prayed… Most High will protect him."
Abraham crashed into the fire—but instead of burning, he felt nothing. No pain. No heat. Only peace.
"What's happening?" he whispered.
Then a calm, powerful voice echoed in his mind—his unique skill, Seeker.
"Oh, Abraham. The Most High commanded the fire not to harm you. He said, 'O fire, be cool and safe for my prophet. Do not harm him, or you will feel the same pain the disbelievers will feel in hell.'"
Abraham smiled softly. "Thank you, Most High."
Outside, the people of Ur cheered wildly, thinking he had burned. But then—
A voice echoed inside Abraham's head again:
"Individual Abraham has gained Fire Resistance and manupulation.
Awakening Stage One of the True Prophet Path — Complete.
Five more stages remain.
The host has gained the gift of True Mana."
Abraham raised his hand, his eyes glowing gold. "So… I got something new, huh?"
He smiled and used his new ability. The flames bent around him, turning into a golden throne of fire.
The crowd suddenly went silent.
Abraham sat calmly on the burning throne, unharmed, smiling down at them. Hagar and Sarah smiled proudly. Lot and even Terah couldn't hide their relief.
Abraham stood and began walking out of the fire. Each step he took, the flames parted before him.
Nimrud, trembling, stepped back. His face was pale. "You… you're still alive…?"
Abraham looked straight at him and said gently,
"Now, do you believe in the God I believe in—the Creator?"
Nimrud's rage exploded. "No! You're a magician! You're the avatar of Reimi, the Lord of Evil!"
The people of Ur shouted along with him, calling Abraham cursed.
Abraham sighed deeply and raised his hand. With a simple wave, the raging fire behind him vanished like mist.
Then he heard a calm, divine voice in his head—his unique skill speaking again.
Lot, also heard it since he too was prophet of the Most High.
"Abraham… go.
Take your wives, Hagar and Sarah, and your nephew Lot.
Travel the world.
Dajjail has moved his pawns against the Most High.
Go north, to the land of Daiman—[current Denmar]
There you will find my new prophet, a six-year-old boy named Eraoq.
Help him ."
Abraham looked up at the sky and nodded. "Understood, Most High."
Abraham understood what his skill Seeker meant — it was the direct word from God Himself, the Most High.
He looked at Lot, who also received the same divine message. Then Abraham's eyes turned toward Nimrod, who stood frozen in shock and fear.
"I'm leaving," Abraham said calmly, his tone carrying both warning and sorrow. "I'll go with Hagar, Sarah, and Lot. But remember this—if you don't stop child sacrifices, woman sacrifices, and prostitution, I will return... and when I do, I'll destroy this land."
His words made the people silent. Even Nimrod couldn't speak.
Abraham paused for a moment, turning his eyes toward the fallen statues of false gods. Through his divine sight, he could see into another dimension—the Egyptian pantheon. There stood Ra and the other gods, staring back at him in disbelief. The connection had been established through fate itself, and now, they couldn't hide.
Ra was furious, yelling at Horus for interfering and lending fate energy, because now they realized the truth—Abraham had survived the flames. Their interference had doomed them.
With a calm but terrifying glare, Abraham said to them, "I will destroy you too."
The words shook their realm. Even Nimrod felt his knees weaken. The divine connection was cut, and silence filled the air again.
Then Abraham turned toward his family. "Hagar, Sarah, Lot—take your clothes and the things you need every day. We're leaving."
Hagar and Sarah looked confused, but Lot quickly explained everything that happened. Within an hour, they packed their belongings. Abraham gathered his staff and sacred items, his face calm but serious.
As they began their journey toward the north—toward what would one day be modern Denmark—to find the young prophet named Iraq, the people of Ur stood in complete silence.
They watched Abraham, the man who survived the fire, walk away. None dared to stop him. Fear had taken over their hearts.
While this was happening, far away in modern-day Denmark, an old man with one eye lay in the snow. Blood was dripping from his remaining eye, and his empty eye socket was covered by a torn cloth. His breathing was heavy, his body weak, and the cold wind cut through his skin like blades.
Two small creatures sat on his shoulders — his summoned familiars. But even they couldn't stay for long. Their bodies started fading as they struggled to survive the freezing energy in the air. Before they vanished, they used the last of their strength to call for help in Asgard.
The old man was none other than Odin himself — the Allfather, king of the Norse gods. His one eye that still functioned was not just an eye; it was the link through which he watched over his pantheon. Through that sight, his ravens were already flying back to Asgard, delivering a terrifying message to his children.
He had come down from Asgard to the mortal world to gather faith energy… and yes, to lie with mortal women, as he often did, to strengthen his pantheon's future. But this time, something unexpected happened.
He met a child.
A six-year-old boy who had turned many of Odin's own followers into worshippers of the Most High.
At first, Odin was confused — then afraid. He remembered what the Most High had done in the great flood, the punishment that wiped out entire civilizations. Still, Odin tried to act like himself — proud, arrogant, full of divine confidence.
He approached the boy, declaring, "I am Odin, King of Asgard! Kneel before me!"
But the child only looked at him — calm, silent, and terrifyingly divine.
Odin tried to use his authority, commanding his followers to attack the child. But what happened next broke the very soul of the Allfather.
The boy didn't just defeat them — he erased them. And then, in his divine rage, he humiliated Odin in the most brutal way imaginable. Odin's spear Gungnir, his pride and divine weapon, was snatched from him… and shoved into him from behind it was not even a fight .
The pain was beyond physical. It was shame, agony, and divine punishment all at once.
Odin screamed — not like a god, but like a broken man.
Once proud and feared, now he lay bleeding in the snow, unable to move, his dignity shattered.
He knew it — he had doomed Asgard. By raising his hand against a prophet of the Most High, he had cursed his entire realm.
As darkness started to take him, Odin whispered weakly, "Frigga… please, come… not Thor… not Loki…"
He prayed it would be his wife who arrived — not his sons. Thor was too hot-headed, too much like his . Loki was cunning like Freyja, the Frost Giantess Odin once took as a wife. Both were dangerous in different ways.
Only Frigga his wife , the queen of Asgard, had the wisdom and magic to handle what was coming.
And as Odin's blood stained the snow, his ravens screamed through the frozen skies, flying back to Asgard .