Gate of God - Chapter 1031 - You Are Just A Son of a Bitch

The ordinary youth lacked the exceptional talents of his peers, yet he possessed a shocking heritage, bearing a mysterious bloodline and harboring the spirit of the Evil Dragon.A deadly incident caused the youth to fuse with the Evil Dragon's memories and his Martial Soul, his divine might shaking the heavens!The dormant dragon was startled awake, its roar shaking a thousand mountains.

It was just like any other day, or so I thought at least. The birds were chirping up on trees, clouds were rolling by the bright blue sky and Elves were dumpster diving in the alleyway.

Okay, one of those three didn’t sound right...

I had a boring life once. Recently though, it has become less boring... to put it one way.

Finding a random Elf in the dumpster? Heh, must be a Monday.

A normal person would have walked by. A normal person would have ignored it.

I must be a pretty weird guy, then.

Now I have this Elf swearing her allegiance to me. What’s next, vampires?

In a world where everyone has the chance to ascend to heaven and claim the title of the No. 1 God by touching the Stone Tablet, battles rage across the three realms—Heaven, Hell, and Earth.People fight fiercely to climb to the top, each striving for ultimate power and dominance.But me? I’m Ragnarok, and I’m not really interested in godhood.My best friend, Jason, however, has always dreamed big. He wants the two of us to become the Duo Gods of the Universe, with one of us as No. 1 and the other as No. 2.Jason is like a brother to me, and I’ve always had his back. So I’m just going along for the ride, supporting him as he chases his dream.What neither of us knows is that I’m the strongest being in existence—a power even I’m unaware of.Join me on this thrilling journey to godhood as I uncover the truth about my strength, fight alongside Jason, and face challenges across all realms.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”