Betrayed by Heaven, Reborn as the Blade the Gods Tried to Erase
The God-Slayer's Requiem
Chapter 5: A Second Birth, A Sharpened Will
Klai did not cry when he was born.
That alone unsettled the midwife.
Newborns were meant to scream—lungs burning, souls shocked by the cruelty of existence. Yet this child merely stared, eyes wide and alert, as if he were watching the world rather than entering it.
"Is… is he breathing?" the woman stammered.
A sharp cry answered her a moment later—not fear, not pain, but irritation.
Klai Valerius inhaled deeply, grounding himself in sensation.
Warm air.
Gravity.
A heartbeat not his own.
I'm alive, he realized calmly.
Again.
THE BODY OF A CHILD, THE MIND OF A GODSLAYER
Days passed.
Klai learned the limits of his new body quickly.
Weak muscles.
Unformed mana channels.
A fragile core, barely capable of holding energy.
Yet beneath it all, his soul was intact.
Every memory of Ashroot.
Every command from heaven.
Every scream.
He remembered how power corrupted judgment.
He remembered how obedience killed innocence.
And so, lying in a wooden crib inside a small house on the outskirts of Lowreach Village, Klai made his first decision of his second life:
I will never grow quickly for their sake again.
THE GODFALL SYSTEM — SILENT AND WATCHING
The system did not speak immediately.
It waited.
Watched.
Measured.
Only when Klai consciously reached inward—testing the space where the Divine Doom had once burned—did pale text appear before his infant eyes.
"GODFALL SYSTEM"
Status: Dormant Observation Phase
User Age: 3 Days
Warning: Excessive output may damage host body
Klai almost laughed.
Even now… limitations.
Still, he noted something important.
The system did not command.
It did not punish hesitation.
It did not hurt him.
That alone made it different from the gods.
A FAMILY NOT YET LOST
His new parents were poor.
That much was obvious.
His father, Ronan, worked as a porter in the outer trade routes, carrying goods too cheap for caravans but too heavy for single merchants. His hands were scarred, his posture permanently bent.
His mother, Mira, was a healer of herbs and poultices, respected but rarely paid fairly.
They loved quietly.
No prayers to gods.
No grand hopes.
Just survival.
When Mira held Klai at night, humming softly to calm him, something twisted painfully in his chest.
I will not fail again, he swore silently.
Not them. Not anyone.
THE FIRST TEST
At three months old, Klai felt it.
A presence.
Not divine.
Not hostile.
Curious.
The mana around him stirred faintly, reacting to something unseen.
"Notice"
Foreign Observation Detected
Source: Celestara — Low-Level Divine Proxy
Klai forced himself to remain still.
To breathe shallowly.
To appear… ordinary.
A faint pressure brushed over his soul.
Searching.
Judging.
Then—
It passed.
"Observation Ended"
Klai relaxed only when Mira returned to the room.
So they're already watching, he thought.
Then I must become invisible.
A PROMISE MADE IN SILENCE
That night, as rain tapped gently against the roof, Klai focused inward once more.
"Godfall System"
Hidden Directive Unlocked
— Growth Method: Self-Determined —
No divine trials.
No forced blessings.
Only effort.
Only consequence.
Only choice.
Klai closed his eyes.
This time, he promised,
I will sharpen myself in secret.
And when heaven notices me again—
His tiny fingers curled slowly into a fist.
—it will already be too late.
Chapter 6: The Art of Growing Invisible.