Legend of Icaros

Chapter 7 The struggle

Word Count: 1514 | Released on: 07/04/2026

roared as they chased after the flying handkerchief. And as you can imagine, the chao

her crowd spread out. In order to allow more peop

before,but he was sure other people viewed him as a body refinement cultivator. Aside from Deimos and his company who witnessed his strength in the forest,and his father who is supposedly the sect leader. Taking note of all this,and

life, whenever he needed to get anywhere fast,and even during doing no

o mistakenly fly off. He focused his senses as he evaded people, while not quickly rushing forward. Even though he doe

le were actually running after the flying handkerchief

d,couldn't help but wonder about his speed,and the fact that he was stil

pying the attitude of other participants, now appea

t li sect,which i might not have again,due to the age limit. This is my chance of finally making my pare

ck,with the least amount of participants. The ones in the middle,were doing better than the ones lagging and comprises of most of the parti

em doing so,even the few times he did ran in his previous,on earth. He never ran

t just that,he was clearly straining to keep up. His eyes locked on to the

e time, it sharply turned to another corner, which

efront, who already has their

p, half the size to the one young master Deimos used in his mission where he found Icaros.

first,increased what ever they could to their max speed,de

hip,only felt determined to maintai

s were coming true gradually, "I just need to hold on till I reach it

had made the turn to the ship, and those a

cold and detached look on her face, before deciding on a timer. Just before she looked away, her eye

they were waiting for in the training ground, all

r,to acknowledge her,without greeting as they were both i

Han didn't mind,"Start a count down to Ten,with a mid pac

arly it was a magical item. He took a sip of the wine,swallowed it,with his movements appreciating the taste,before

ir struggle, but it was apparent that Icaros was just leisure

d softy, Su Yan, you're here. The girl who flied the handkerchief, clearly Su Yan,replied in a gentle and casual tone,which she never used before why interacting with the crowd,"Nelly,You really signed up for this mission because of me? Am so glad you're here " Nelly smiled warmly before saying with a small blush,w

his wine bag. And so he continued,even shouting some

just like the beauty earlier, while hundreds felt it drew closer with much effort, which they only mana

w Icaros, who was not struggling like everyone else. "How can a fellow body refinement realm cultivator run this fast, and long, without struggling" he wondered, but he could only focus as he heard the number one! Not that he needed to, as he qui

mast closed, ending the dreams of thousan

them,that they has failed as they saw the ship's mast close,different reactions was exhibited by many o

cold appearance, with Nelly standing behind he

he participants thought to be a little warmth in her voice,

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Legend of Icaros

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“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.”