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Legend of Icaros

Chapter 4 Knowledge is power

Word Count: 1798    |    Released on: 07/04/2026

their wares on sturdy wooden tables covered in cloth, while others laid out goods directly on strips of fabric spread over the bare ground. Every single person in sight wore simple g

waist by leather belts, their eyes sharp as they scanned the crowd for any sign of trouble. Amidst the sea of g

pearance. He exuded calm confidence and deliberate composure in his plain grey robe, moving through the throng with a grace that belied his immense strength. Even as people brush

ingers over the faded ink markings that showed the layout of the sect's lower districts. The

this path," Icaros muttered to himself, folding the map carefully a

lowing stones set in simple metal frames, dried herbs bundled with colorful string, small wooden carvings of beasts that seemed to shift in the light. Though each di

e and only nobles allowed inside. But here, it's just a low-level library meant fo

lines gave it a sense of order and grandeur, with majestic pillars carved with images of mythical birds supporting the sloped roof. A large wooden sign bearing t

s he'd handed over the permit: "This card gives you access to all the knowledge outer disciples and unofficial disciple will ever need– basic cultivation principles, sect rules, maps of the surr

just need to focus like I did back on Earth. It's reassuring to know at least my unique abilities haven't been lost in this transition,as i haven't even tested my optic blast " He smiled slightly as he remembered one of his earliest acts on Earth, centuries ago – saving a bus of school children from plunging off a collapsing bridge by spottin

n he placed his hand on the surface to push them open, it felt cool to the touch, even in the warm afternoon air. As he stepped forward, he noticed the same armored guards from the marke

turdy wooden table near the entrance – Icaros noted immediately that he was missing his left arm, and the sleeve of his robe was neatly folded and tied at his elbow. The man seemed completely absorbed in a thick book open before him, his brow furrowed in concentration as he read. Before Icaros could step forward to speak

escension and disdain. "So you're the so-called strong warrior that brat Deimos brought back fr

ponse carefully before relaxing his expression and straightening his shoulders. He replied in a calm, even tone, with no emotion detectable in his voice: "I am indeed the one De

superhuman speed – so fast that Icaros barely saw the movement. It was a small detail, but one that made him raise an eyebrow in intere

who was used to being in charge. He turned the card over in his hand, his eyes scanning its surface. "But

ed. But as Icaros reached out to catch it, an enormous weight and pressure suddenly slammed into his hand, so strong it nearly made him stumble backward. He gritted his teeth and steadi

k deeper into the library. "All other floors are restricted unless you have a silver or gold permit – a

and smiled to himself, his earlier disdain replaced by a look of approval. "That brat Deimos fou

d beast classification to maps of the contested lands and histories of the sect's founding. With his enhanced physiology, his mind processed information far faster than any ordinary human could – he flipped through pages as if just scanning them, or glancing at the illust

ls into place," he breathed deeply, closing his eyes for a moment as he let the mountain of information he'd just acquired settle in his mind. He now understood t

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Legend of Icaros
Legend of Icaros
“Forged in the endless void between galaxies, in a space where raw cosmic energy coalesced into sentient form, Icaros emerged as a being of immense cosmic power – gifted with superhuman strength, near-invulnerability, the ability to fly at supersonic speeds, and the power to project intense optic blasts from his eyes, exactly as he was meant to be. When he first arrived on Earth over ten thousand years ago, descending through layers of atmosphere that barely slowed his approach, he was drawn to humanity not just by curiosity, but by recognition: in their form, their emotions, and their unyielding drive to survive against all odds, he saw reflections of himself. Though his abilities set him apart as something extraordinary, their capacity for deep connection and relentless growth made him feel at home. For millennia, he stood as their silent protector, moving through shadows and skies alike, using every power at his command to shield them from threats both earthly – wars that would have scorched entire continents, plagues that threatened to erase civilizations – and cosmic, turning back asteroids and repelling beings from distant star systems who sought to claim Earth as their own. Then his brother was born – Malakor, shaped from the same void essence at the heart of a collapsing nebula, with powers identical to his own. But where Icaros had grown to love humans for their similarity to him, Malakor looked upon them with bitter hatred. He saw their mortality as inherent weakness, their compassion as foolish naivete, and was determined to wipe them from the face of the planet entirely, believing them to be ants,beneath beings of pure cosmic essence. Torn between loyalty to his only kin and devotion to the people he'd come to cherish as his own, Icaros had no choice but to confront him. Their battle raged across the sky for three days and nights, each matching the other blow for blow with the same incredible strength and energy. Thunderous impacts shook cities below, and beams of cosmic light carved paths through clouds and mountains alike. In the end, Icaros prevailed, striking down Malakor with a final optic blast that sent his brother's form crumbling into stardust to be scattered across the universe – all to save humanity. Consumed by guilt over killing his own blood, even to protect the innocent, he could no longer bear to remain on the world he'd protected for so long. With a heavy heart, he flew toward the sun, his figure a shooting star as he closed his eyes, certain its searing flames would claim him and end his pain. But death never came. When he opened his eyes again, he was not in the void he'd been born from – he had awakened in a brand new world, one where the air thrummed with tangible spiritual energy and mortals walked the deliberate path of cultivation, reaching for power that rivaled even his own.”