"When me and my brother were born, the realms clashed. Twins, yet one Light and one Corrupted. It would lead to endless war.

"Before long, we were level 200. Once we reached level 200, we each became an anchor of a realm. He became the anchor of the realm of Corruption, and I became the anchor of the realm of Light. If one of us was destroyed, our anchor realm would be destroyed.

"By the young age of 10,000, we were both anchors of our realms. That's when the first battle happened.

"It was terrible. Level 150s stormed out onto the battlefield, each a beacon of immense power, yet just rank-and-file troops.

"For me and my brother, there was a terrible battle, known as the Battle of Decay. Light and Corruption clashed. Immense power was there. In the end, no one won, yet both sides, and the area sustained terrible casualties. The area where my and my brother's ultimate attack clashed, quadrillions of years later, is still an inhospitable waste.

"For quadrillions of years to come, the war raged on. No side came out as a victor, yet terrible casualties were sustained.

"However, about 400 billion years ago, a new force came to play.

"Two silver-sections had two children: you and a Corrupted.

"The entire planet of what was it, Kalamata I think, was shocked that a corrupted, your older brother, had been born. They tried killing that Corrupted, like all Corrupted should be, but when it was almost dead, it was teleported to another ream.

"Soon after, you were born, my chosen, but no one knew.

"There is a prophecy that clearly dictates what will happen:

The realms shall clash, yet none shall emerge victorious

The champion, the Chosens, shall clash

One shall die, and one shall live.

The king let the information sink in for a second. It seemed like my whole life had been scripted by one damn prophecy.

"That's what the treatment from all the people who are higher level than you is for."

"That's the war in brief. I think that dark thing was the dark realm sucking you in. I have heard of this ritual to suck someone into the dark realm. Your armor should be able to resist it well, but you need to improve your resistance. That's why I'll be teaching you the sell called anchor Light today. It's based in the light realm, so it will be one of the hardest spells you'll learn. Cast it daily to not get sucked into the dark realm.

"This spell, along with being anchored in the light realm, has an extremely complex spell structure.

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"Do you know how to cast anchor?"

"No. Before I had met you, I had never bothered with magic, it wasn't worth my time. I thought I was better than magic."

"Okay. It's a simple spell. Simply create a pillar of mana where your anchor is, and tether yourself to it with 10 mana."

I cast it.

"You'll be able to teleport to it now."

I tried teleporting to it, and it worked.

"Now, cast that in the light realm."

I focused, and forced myself to do it in the light realm.

"From there, tie yourself to that beacon in physicality. Here's the spell structure."

He handed me a large chart, with intricate inscriptions. I memorized it quickly enough. I tried casting it, but my finesse wasn't good enough, so I had to do the whole thing over. I repeated it for two hours until I got it right.

"The third step is to case the entire spell in mana with double the compression factor as the spell. That won't be too hard, as as long as the casing doesn't touch the structure, it can be rough."

I created it.

"I'll try pulling you into the decayed realm. It's a useless realm, with over 90% of it eaten by some parasite, but it's a test to see if you spell works."

I felt an immense tug on the spell, but it actually withstood the pull for a few seconds.

"Okay. I'll teleport us out."

Within a second, we were out. "Work on that spell. I want you to be able to resist for 3 minutes. I'll watch."

The next attempt was unsuccessful, but then I had a different problem: I was out of mana.

"Here, drink this." The king threw me a gold-blue bottle. I caught it. The mana in it seemed very dense. I opened the cork and drunk it. It tasted familiar.

I remembered it. This was a life-aspected mana potion.

"Okay, I'm mostly good with confusing magic theory and all that nonsense. Can I work on my hammer?"

"Yes. However, true masters should be able to fight with a variety of instruments. Being a brute with a giant hammer won't do you much good against a thousand level 85 fast rats, will it? You need an explosion for that. Sure, you could cause an explosion by hitting the floor, but some will survive. However, if you blast mana out at immense pressure, more will die."

I said, "Summon a shield for me. I will blast through it."

A level 150 shield appeared. This was like that shield of darkness I had seen when I was between realms, but light. I decided it was time to use some power.

"I am the Warhammer."

Power shot through my limbs. I hit it wit full force.

It cracked the shield, but not much else happened.

"Pathetic."

The level 200 summoned an exact copy of my hammer, and somehow sustained the shield. He restrained his attributes to my level, andfixed the shield. He hit it square in the center, and swung his whole body, with momentum. From the center, cracks spread from the shield. It was mostly cracked within a second.

Another shield was summoned, and I tried that technique. I got the exact same result. I forced my dwaning power from my Truth into my arms, and completely smashed the third shield.

A level 135 monster spawned. It was a Core Wall, a rock element monster that gave little to no exp, and couldn't attack. It did have the defence of a level 150 tank, though.

I slammed my hammer into it with the same technique. It cracked for a second, but lava covered the cracks, and quickly cooled into rock.

I was low on willpower, but I still had some left. I called on my Truth again. "I am the Warhammer."

Power rushed through my limbs. I got a running start, and used a barrage skill that would hit it thousands of times, so that the lava would be too late. I hit it, then thousands of weaker hits reflected within a second.

Within 200 hits, cracks ran through the wall. Within a thousand hits, only rubble remained.

Once te barrage was done, I had warped the laws of physics. Earthlings had created some theory called conservation of matter, which was basically that nothing could truly be destroyed, it could just be made into quarks and leptons or whatever.

I had utterly annihilated the wall. In the center, a red dot remained. I swung down at it with my hammer. However, the puny amount of lava it created had no chance against my wrath. I swung down, and hit it. It died.

I reached level 80.