Coker didn't rest. Even as the tower floor cracked under his weight and his power twist the air like broken glass, he keep movin. His heart beatin like war drums, his soul hummin with godfire. The divine fragment he won from floor 20 float around him, burnin softly. It wasn't just a crown. It was *authority*. The right to sit where gods sit. The right to *challenge the heavens themselves*.
He looked up. Floor 21 stretched into the sky like a spiral bridge of starlight, hoverin above clouds that scream. The *Heaven Floors.* Nobody reach it in 1000 years. Even SSS-ranks vanish tryin. But Coker wasn't just reachin it. He was kickin the door down.
A voice echoed like thunder in his head. "STOP. ONLY THOSE BLESSED BY HEAVEN MAY ENTER."
Coker raise his arm. Power flare. The crown fragment spin faster.
"I ain't ask for blessing," he said. "I'm here to take it."
The clouds part. The bridge unlock. And suddenly, he rise.
The 21st floor wasn't a floor. It was a sky battlefield. White lightning clash above. Gold ruins float in every direction. And at the center—**the First Heaven Warden**, a tall angelic being with no face, just a mask and six silver wings.
"Coker," it said, "You are a mistake. The gods fear you."
He smirk. "Good."
The warden summoned a blade made of time itself. Every swing aged the world. Trees outside the tower turned to dust. Lakes evaporated. Coker dodge through it like wind, his godcore boostin every movement.
Then he strike.
He punch not just the warden—but *its fate*. The warden scream in code. The mask crack. A timeline collapsed. Millions of future paths vanished.
"Skill unlocked," said the system. "Fate Breaker Lv. 2: Destiny Overwrite."
Coker felt it. The next level of his cursed gift. He could now rewrite a being's destiny… permanently.
The warden fall. Silence. Then the system spoke again.
"Floor 21 cleared. Access granted to the **Celestial Core**."
Coker rose higher. The world outside couldn't believe it. News explode. Magic networks call him the *God Eater*. Schools ban his name. Churches scream heresy. But deep down… the people start wonderin.
"Maybe the gods ain't so untouchable."
He reach floor 22. This was no longer a tower. This was *Heaven itself*. A city floatin in clouds made of law, stars burnin in slow motion, ancient beings sittin on golden thrones.
And they all looked at him with hate.
"Coker," said a glowing priest with twelve halos. "Your presence defiles our peace."
"I'll piss on your peace," he said. "You gods made the world suffer. You let the weak rot while you drink divine wine. I'm takin back the balance."
They attack all at once.
Flames of judgment. Spears of light. Chains made from divine sins. But Coker… grinned.
He devour one. Then another. Then twenty. His wings explode wider. Eight now. His skin crack with gold veins. His hair glowin white-blue like a dying star.
He was no longer human. No longer vessel.
He *was becoming a new god.*
He scream so loud, stars in other realms blink. His voice ripple across dimensions.
"I am the trash you threw away. Now I'm the fire that burns the throne!"
He slice with a hand, and reality bend. One of the angels vanish, erased from fate. Another one tried to run—but their future already eaten.
Behind him, a portal open. The *Divine Council*. The real gods. Big ones. Eternal ones. The creators.
They lookin down now. Nervous. Curious. One speak, a dark-skinned war god with eyes like galaxies.
"Should we erase him?"
Another say, "Can't. He *is* fate now."
And from behind them… a chained voice laugh. The voice Coker heard since the beginning.
"You almost ready, boy," it said. "Almost ready to face me."
Coker stop.
"You the one in my soul," he said.
"Yeah," the voice growled. "I was the first Devourer. The true god of endin. I died once. But you… you bring me back."
Coker feel his body tremble. Not in fear. In excitement.
"Where you at?" he ask.
"Deepest part of the tower. Last floor. But you need the *Three Divine Cores* to reach me."
Coker smirk again. "Then I'm comin."
He walk past the dead gods. Past the cryin angels. Past the ruined heaven.
The world no longer the same. The Tower no longer a trial. Now it was a *war zone*.
Coker had declare war on the system. On heaven. On fate. On everything.
And he wasn't losin.
His legend explode. Statues rise. Children chant his name. Kingdoms burn his face on flags. Guilds collapse. Elites go mad. Prophecies shatter.
And in the dark… in a dungeon so old even gods forgot it… the original Devourer wake up.
He smile.
"My turn soon."
But Coker?
He was already climbin.
Chapter 8 ends not with silence, but with a promise. The next god… will be born in flame, not chosen by heavens, but by *hatred, hunger, and hell*.
**Coker ain't a savior. He is a storm. And the gods? Just dust in his path.**