The war between humans and aliens continued to rage on, with both sides using every means at their disposal to gain an advantage. In space, humans relied on their advanced technology and spaceships to fight the aliens. On the ground, human cultivators joined the battle, wielding their formidable abilities against the extraterrestrial invaders.

Emil was among the cultivators fighting on the ground. He had trained hard with Jamal and his fellow disciples, honing his skills and preparing himself for the fight to come. But nothing could have prepared him for the horrors he would witness on the battlefield.

In his first battle, Emil was tasked with defending a small town from an alien attack. He fought bravely alongside his fellow cultivators, but the aliens were relentless. In the heat of the battle, Emil was forced to kill one of the invaders. The experience was traumatizing, and Emil couldn't shake the image of the lifeless alien from his mind.

As the war dragged on, Emil found himself becoming more and more disillusioned with the fight. He began to question whether the cost of victory was worth it. How many more lives would be lost? How many more innocents would be caught in the crossfire?

Despite his doubts, Emil continued to fight alongside his fellow cultivators. He knew that the fate of humanity hung in the balance, and he was determined to do everything in his power to protect his people. But he couldn't help but wonder if there was a better way to achieve peace.

******

I sat on my couch in my house, watching the ongoing war unfold before me. As the casualties mounted, I sighed, realizing that the situation was worse than I had anticipated. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to find an old black man with a white beard and hair, who I had never seen before.

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"Oh, this is a new one. You're actually visiting me, and not just summoning me as you always do," I said to him.

He chuckled. "Oh, you recognized me. Anyway, I was just checking on you. Mind if I come in?" he asked.

I let him in and asked if he wanted coffee or tea.

"Black coffee, please, with one sugar," he said.

I opted not to use my power to create the coffee, instead preparing it myself. As I handed it to him, I asked him why he was there.

"As I said, just checking on you," he responded.

I sensed there was more to his visit. "As you see I am fine, so, what's the real reason you're here?" I asked.

"Let's just get to the point. I wanted to ask what you plan to do after this whole mess is finished," he said.

I was confused. "What do you mean?"

"You're a supreme emperor. You can't just stay here forever," he replied.

I shrugged. "Why not? I'm doing just fine here. As you said, I'm a supreme emperor. I can do whatever I want and I can live forever."

"It seems that her death is still holding you back," he said, his tone serious.

At the mention of my wife's death, I felt a surge of anger rising within me. I slammed the table in front of me, sending shockwaves that could have destroyed the planet if it weren't for the god's presence.

"Don't pass the limits. I am grateful for your help in keeping Emil alive, but that doesn't mean you can talk to me like that," I warned him.

He sighed. "Or what? What are you going to do, fight me? Let me tell you something about divine beings. Contrary to popular belief, just because both levels are omnipotent and can do anything doesn't mean we are on the same level. Remember, I can always kill you with just a wave of my hand, because for me, you are no different than other mortals," he said before standing up and putting on his jacket.

"This is why I'm telling you to visit this reality's God-head. It may help you become a divine being and maybe, just maybe, someday, you'll be able to move past your wife's death and protect your new loved ones," he added before leaving.

I stood there in a daze, not knowing what to think.