The years rolled on in the vast expanse of the Cardinal World, a realm where mountains pierced the skies and endless oceans shimmered like liquid starlight. Origin wandered through it much like the wind—sometimes invisible, sometimes leaving ripples wherever he chose to stop. Time had little meaning for beings like him, but even so, the passage of centuries left memories—some mundane, others eternal.
When he wasn't roaming the lands or helping villages build walls to protect against magical beasts, Origin often trained with Dino. The lazy angel was a reluctant sparring partner at first, always complaining about how much of a drag it was and that he didn't want to fight against an overpowered monster. But even Dino couldn't deny the sharpness of Origin's swordplay.
Their sessions usually ended with Dino sprawled flat on his back, muttering curses at his own carelessness or Dino winning sometimes due to the sheer experience of his swordsmanship, but even Dino understand that his winning means that Origin only fought using the same equal strength as his otherwise dino knew he had no chance at winning as he muttered I hate fighting overpowered guys like you while Origin chuckled, brushing dirt from his black coat saying I enjoyed our spar Dino.
One day, as Origin lay down on a cliffside, watching clouds drift lazily across the horizon, he felt it.
A shift. A ripple.
His red eyes narrowed as he looked up, his eyes towards the Heavenly Palace as if piercing through it. A new pulse of existence had entered the world—immense, radiant, unmistakably draconic.
"So… another True Dragon has been born. They are indeed God's Greatest Creation; they are the concepts given human form. Their starting point is the end of many strong people," he whispered, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he sensed the huge fiery energy magicules.
The space itself vibrated faintly with the cry of her existence. Unlike Velzard's cold, overwhelming presence, this one burned hot, fierce, impatient.
Velgrynd. The Second True Dragon, also known as Scorch Dragon.
Compared to Velzard, her aura lacked a measure of refinement, but there was no mistaking the raw, destructive potential that boiled within her. She was flame-given form, acceleration incarnate.
Inside the Heavenly Palace, when Veldanava felt her existence, he was overjoyed. His sister Acceleration's concept, given forth, another fragment of his great family, had arrived. He wasted no time in greeting her, gifting her not only warmth but also one of the seven virtues.
"Ultimate Skill Charity King—Raguel," he declared, as the divine crest burned brilliantly before embedding itself into Velgrynd's soul.
Its nature was amplification, the ability to magnify any effect, any power, beyond natural limits. Velgrynd felt the torrent of knowledge and power flood her veins, her crimson aura roaring brighter as she clenched her hands in excitement.
Her new skills unfolded in her mind—Multilayer Barrier, Parallel Existence, Thought Acceleration, Cardinal Acceleration. The very air seemed to warp when she breathed.
But Veldanava's tone was calm, almost stern.
"Velgrynd, this is a dangerous gift. Amplification is both a blessing and a curse. If you cannot control it, you will burn yourself and destroy the world itself before you ever reach your true potential."
As Veldanava began training Velgrynd in controlling her power and helping her master her Ultimate Skill, like he helped Velzard before, she mostly mastered her Ultimate Skill
Velgrynd pouted slightly, folding her arms. "But why do I need to train while Elder Sister Velzard gets to roam freely? Isn't that unfair, elder brother?"
Veldanava chuckled softly, shaking his head. His long jet black hair swayed like threads of stars. "Velzard has already completed her training. She found a worthy friend, someone who can temper her strength and match her power."
Velgrynd's brows furrowed. "A friend? Who?"
"Origin Averion," Veldanava said, lying without changing his expression. "He is a human, and he defeated Velzard in combat very easily without much effort. He is… a close friend."
Velgrynd froze. For a long moment, she couldn't process what she had heard. She knew Elder Sister Velzard's strength. She had experienced her elder sister's overwhelming might firsthand when she visited her and when she challenged her in a fight, and she had been utterly crushed in their duel from power, experience, and control; she had been completely suppressed and beaten.
"Impossible…" Velgrynd muttered, her pride as a True Dragon burning hotter than her flames. " Elder Sister Velzard is too strong. You mean to say… a normal human bested her?"
Veldanava's serene smile only confirmed it.
Velgrynd's golden eyes flared with determination—and jealousy. Without another word, she stormed out of the Heavenly Palace, her flames trailing behind her like a comet.
Meanwhile, Origin was enjoying something much more humble.
In a large village at the edge of the western plains, he sat cross-legged at a long wooden table, devouring freshly baked bread and roasted boar meat that the villagers had prepared for him, thanking him for saving their village from a group of bandits. Children gathered around, wide-eyed, tugging at his sleeves.
"Big Brother Origin! When we grow up, we'll be like you! Saving people," one of them declared proudly, puffing his chest.
Origin chuckled, ruffling the boy's hair. "If you can do that, I'll be very happy. But don't forget—being strong isn't just about power. Protecting others, that's what matters most."
Their innocent laughter warmed him more than the food did. After finishing the feast and drinking some wine, he rose and teleported away, reappearing atop a mountain peak. From there, he looked down at the village, smiling faintly.
It was then he felt her.
A blazing presence, fiery and impatient, closing in rapidly.
Velgrynd landed before him as he looked at her, her azure blue hair tied into twin buns with black ribbons, cascading down her back. Her deep golden eyes glared at him fiercely. She wore a dark cheongsam with golden dragon patterns, white gloves, and thigh-length boots adorned with gold ornaments. Her beauty was sharp, commanding—like a burning flame that dared the world to challenge her.
"You," she declared, her voice like fire crackling against stone. "If you bested my elder sister, then prove you can best me!"
Origin tilted his head, suppressing a smile. "So, you must be Velgrynd— Sir Veldanava's younger sister. Your aura matches his description perfectly. You have grown up."
For a moment, he found himself sighing inwardly. As expected, another True Dragon, another beauty. This family is unfairly blessed… Veldanava, Velzard, now Velgrynd. And in the distant future, soon to be born, Veldora. Truly, the race of True Dragons is unmatched in both power and beauty as expected of God's Greatest Creation.
But he didn't refuse her challenge. Instead, he snapped his fingers, warping space around both of them.
The scenery shifted around them, folding and twisting until they stood in a vast, isolated dimension. This was the same realm where Origin had trained Velzard countless times—a realm where mountains rose endlessly, and the sky was locked in eternal twilight.
Velgrynd wasted no time. Her body ignited with crimson flames as she invoked Cardinal Acceleration. In an instant, her movements blurred, her strikes doubling, tripling in speed of light until even the air screamed under the pressure of the attack, which could pierce through multiple dimensions.
Origin raised his sword—Oblivion. The black blade gleamed faintly as he cut through her firestorm with a single stroke. The attack beam parted like water before him as the slash went towards her, which she narrowly dodged.
Velgrynd growled and launched a torrent of flame breath, the air shimmering with destructive heat.
But Origin countered casually, weaving his own magic. Ice—cold, crystalline, pure. His self-made ice magic froze her flames midair, then surged forward, encasing Velgrynd in an unyielding prison of frost.
She strained, cracks forming in the ice. But before she could shatter it, Origin was already in front of her, his blade at her throat. His golden eyes gleamed.
"You lost, Velgrynd."
The world seemed to still. Velgrynd, shocked at how powerful this Origin truly is, as she thinks no wonder he beat her elder sister Velzard easily and is a close friend of her and elder brother Veldanava, could only grit her teeth. Finally, she muttered, "I'll be back… after I become stronger." With that, she stormed out of the dimension, her pride smoldering but unbroken.
Word of Origin's growing strength spread across nations like wildfire. They called him the Silver King—a saviour to some, a threat to others. Nobles and rulers whispered his name in fear or reverence. Some schemed and plotted to harness his power; others prayed for his protection.
But Origin remained the same—calm, detached, ever wandering.
He and Velzard grew closer over these years. She often sought him out for training, and together they practiced within the personal dimension he created with Veldanava's permission for training. Origin's patience and kindness left a deep impression on her. To Velzard, he became like an elder brother, like her elder brother Veldanava—someone she could trust. And for Origin, Velzard was a precious friend—one of the few he had ever made in his long, solitary existence. As he has very few friends that he can call, one is Old Man OAA, another is Sir Veldanava, Dino also counts as one, and Velzard has now become one of his friends.
They travelled together, tasting dishes from distant lands, laughing under starlit skies, testing their strength and control against wild beasts and monsters.
But peace never lasted.
One day, a monstrous presence emerged. A Chimera—a beast born from the corrupted magicules left behind from Origin's ancient battle with Ashura that happened thousands of years ago. Though he had suppressed that corrupted energy, the seal had loosened after millennia. From that miasma, the Chimera was born.
It was disaster-class, a beast of immense regeneration and elemental fury and power. It rampaged mindlessly, destroying nations, leaving smoldering ruins in its wake.
In desperation, five great nations allied with each other. A hundred thousand elite soldiers, three thousand magicians, and three hundred knights were gathered as they marched to slay the monster.
The battlefield shook as armies clashed with the beast. Spells of fire, ice, and lightning lit the skies. Knights carved deep gashes into its limbs. For a time, it seemed victory might be possible. They severed its arms, crushed its legs.
But then, horrifically, the Chimera regenerated—flesh knitting, bones reforming, wounds closing as if time itself reversed.
Soldiers faltered. Fear spread.
Then the Chimera roared. Thunder gathered in the skies, coalescing into a massive bolt that struck down. In an instant, around one hundred thousand soldiers were reduced to ash. One thousand magicians, fifty knights—gone in a heartbeat.
The battlefield was scorched and bathed in blood and despair. Survivors gasped for air, their hands trembling. Even those with missing limbs stood again, swords in hand, refusing to retreat.
"Soldiers!" the leading knight shouted, his voice hoarse yet determined. "If we fall here, our families and our kingdoms will all burn! Stand and fight! Even if death awaits us, let us die with honour!"
Their voices rose, a chorus of courage against the looming shadow of annihilation.
The Chimera opened its maw, flames building.
And then—
A figure stepped between them and the inferno.
Origin.
The Silver King.
He raised his hand, catching the flames and dispersing them as though swatting away sparks. His calm voice carried across the battlefield.
"It seems I came late. I apologize for what you endured. You have fought bravely, more bravely than most I have ever seen."
The knights gasped, tears welling in their eyes.
"S…Silver King…" one of the soldiers whispered, voice trembling. "The one who saved nations… You came to help us."
Origin nodded once, then drew Oblivion.
With a single slash, he severed the Chimera's legs, sending the beast crashing to the ground. Velzard watched silently, admiration growing in her golden eyes for her friend.
The Chimera howled, regenerating again. The knights shouted desperately, "Lord Silver King! It heals faster than we can damage it!"
Origin only smiled faintly. "Then I will end it completely."
He tossed Oblivion toward Velzard. "Hold it for me."
Confused, but she caught the blade. Origin raised his hand, using the hand blade technique he recreated and used with his very arm. He surged forward, cutting through the Chimera's flame breath with ease. His strike carved across its neck, sending the beast sprawling, nearly decapitated.
But even now, the monster tried to heal as it began feeling something called fear deep in it's soul, as if warning it that it could die any moment.
Origin clenched his fist, crackling lightning forming around it. He leapt, striking downward with a thunderous blow. His fist shattered the Chimera's skull, its head exploding in gore. The beast collapsed lifelessly, its regenerative power finally crushed beneath his overwhelming might.
Origin then cleaned his hands and patted the dust from his attire like some cool overpowered anime character that would do it after a fight, as he said A beast will be a beast without intelligence, you are nothing.
The battlefield fell silent.
Origin lifted his hand, conjuring fire to burn away the corpse. Then he turned to the soldiers, his voice soft.
"You fought with courage. For that, you deserve more than death."
He invoked the Throne of Samsara, a sub-skill of Omnipotence King En Sof. A wave of divine light swept across the battlefield. The fallen soldiers stirred, their wounds closing, their breaths returning. Soldiers once dead rose to their feet, bewildered and alive once more.
Gasps filled the air.
"Resurrection…" someone whispered.
Then, as one, the army dropped to their knees, bowing deeply to the Silver King, thanking him for saving them.
Later, as Origin and Velzard walked away from the battlefield, she glanced at him curiously.
"I didn't know you could revive people."
Origin smiled faintly. "It's one of the sub-skills of my Ultimate Skill. A power I rarely use."
Velzard nodded, her respect for him deepening even further.
And so they continued their travels, eating new dishes, laughing in taverns, training in forgotten valleys. Behind them, the world spread tales:
"The Silver King slew the Chimera Lord with a single strike and returned the dead to life."
A legend was being born.
One day, a summons came from the Heavenly Palace.
Veldanava called Origin to return.
At the palace gates, Origin arrived just as another figure descended—a man with sharp eyes and a calm presence.
"Feldway," Origin said with a grin. "You took a long time for your trip. I was almost dying of waiting."
Feldway smiled wryly, bowing slightly and talking in a slightly respectful tone since Origin in a close friend of Lord Veldanava. "Origin-san, it took far longer than I expected. Countless universes, countless dimensions. I had to kill many monsters and demons and subdue them … but I have returned."
Origin's heart stirred with excitement. At long last, Twilight Valentine, the one he had longed to meet, was within reach. He was waiting to meet this mad scientist
The next chapter of destiny was about to begin.
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