In a place drowned in destruction… and blood.
She was the Queen of Destruction!
Walking between corpses, alone—without ever needing an army…
A villager (pleading for his life, tears falling with sorrow): "Please! I've never seen anything in my life…"
SLAASH—!!
She slices off his head coldly, without emotion, without anything…
"But… everything will change soon…"
(She whispered to herself with a cold, deadly tone.)
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Time: 11:10 AM
Date: January 21, 2023
Location: Baghdad, Iraq
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Everything felt normal…
The sky was an oddly blue shade, as if it were waiting for the first drop of blood to spill.
… And the garden around him looked nice, the fresh air gently caressed his face,
as if something was trying to comfort his loneliness.
Rain (thinking): "Every morning I wear this gloomy uniform, heading to a place full of repeated faces… as if I'm being punished for a crime I never committed."
"On that day, everything seemed normal…
before life turned completely upside down."
Rain rises quietly, heading toward school…
Information about Ryan Syros:
Rain Syros: A high school senior (12th grade) student, age 16.
After nearly twenty minutes, Ryan arrived at school—late, as usual.
As he approached the school with calm steps...
Suddenly… Ryan felt a wave of heat pass over his head, followed by a pressure blast—as if the air had shrunk for a moment—
"BOOOOM!!"
A magical strike pierced the wall behind him like a flaming arrow.
It was a powerful blow filled with strong magic, launched by a bully student who laughed mockingly at Ryan, the boy who saw everyone as boring…
But swiftly… Ryan dodged the powerful strike.
Ryan (coldly): "What the hell are you doing, idiot? I almost died!"
Bully Student (laughing mockingly): "Heheh… who cares? You're too weak, loser!"
But then, someone approached silently—wearing thick clothing mixed with school uniform to shield from the sun…
Lucas emerged from the shadows, his footsteps silent, but his breath carried a chilling cold… and his gaze pierced deep.
Lucas (with a sharp stare and chilling voice): "Step away from Ryan... If you touch him again… you'll see your own blood painted on the wall."
The bully stared back, then decided to back off—
not wanting to suffer at Lucas's hands…
Information about Lucas Draco:
Lucas Draco: A vampire. Ryan's best friend… but a little terrifying, making classmates stay cautious around him. He's 16 years old
Ryan: "Thanks for the help…"
Lucas (gently, with a calm smile): "Anytime."
Ryan walked into the school quietly, and the class began like normal…
"Every day was the same for me."
"I'd go to school and return without doing anything worthwhile..."
"Everyone is proud of having strong bloodlines and supernatural powers. But me? I have nothing… I don't even know if I matter at all."
As usual, Ryan drifted into thoughts—some of them dark.
During one of our classes, we had a subject called "History of Magic".
It was more like a philosophical awareness class than an actual important lesson...
Teacher (explaining with focus):
"Magical bloodlines... a force inherited across thousands of years..."
One student raised his hand, curiosity glinting in his eyes.
Student (curiously, with confusion):
"What are the Bloodlines of the Curse King?"
Teacher (visibly startled, answering cautiously):
"The Curse King's blood… is a power belonging to a single royal lineage.
But… as the generations passed and that bloodline intermarried with others,
the power began to fragment and weaken drastically…"
As the teacher continued his explanation...
Ryan gazed blankly out the window,
completely uninterested in this "useless" lesson.
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Time: 4:25 PM
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After school…
Ryan was walking down a somewhat crowded street beside Lucas.
People passed by, conversations filling the air…
Lucas (seriously): "Have you ever thought… that maybe you're not just a student? Not just a shadow… But a being meant to wield power… or magic?"
Ryan: "You always say that… but I don't care."
He said it while staring at the ground,
his voice carrying a pain deeper than his words admitted.
Suddenly—
They ran into Shiro and Kim.
Kim (cheerfully): "Heeey there!!"
Shiro (with a sarcastic smile): "Hey, you weirdos."
Information about Shiro Takeshi:
A master swordsman.
A friend of Ryan and Lucas, age 16.
Information about Kim Seong:
Holds the power of temporary freezing—
slowing down the opponent's perception.
Also a friend of Ryan and Lucas, age 16 like the rest.
"My friends had abilities… powers that made them special."
"But me? I had nothing. No magic in my blood… no strength to call my own."
Kim (mocking):
"Yooo Ryan! I expected you to melt from the heat, not from a spell!"
Shiro: "Lucas, you're still hanging out with this gloomy zombie?"
"I lived like a shadow within the light...
Watching without being seen…
Listening without ever being heard."
"I never found joy in my life… not even once."
While heading back home…
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Location: Ryan's House
Time: 6:13 PM
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Ryan quietly enters his home. His house was just like any other ordinary home in the world.
His mother was in the kitchen, preparing dinner.
Ryan's Mother (in a gentle tone): "How was your day, Ryan?"
Ryan (in his usual cold tone): "It was just a regular, tiring day… History class was normal."
He walks into his room and quietly closes the door, then sits on his bed.
Ryan (whispering to himself): "Ah… I hate my life because of how weak I am… I have no skill, no special powers, no swordsmanship…
Am I… just a failure?"
A single tear drops from Ryan's eyes.
He had always dreamed of being remembered in history as the strongest person.
But… it never came true. He was just an ordinary boy with nothing special…
Still, Ryan quietly got up and decided to do his homework.
While writing, he stayed up late, and the clock hit 10:38 PM. Because of the large amount of schoolwork and his growing frustration, he accidentally pricked his hand lightly with his pen.
Ryan (in pain): "Ow…"
But as the blood began to drip… Ryan noticed something strange.
His blood wasn't crimson… It was black?
Was it just an illusion caused by the pencil? Or a hallucination from being sleepy?
Ryan (thinking logically): "Why is my blood black? … There's no way a pencil can cause that, right?"
Suddenly… Ryan's father enters.
Ryan's Father (angrily): "Why haven't you eaten dinner yet?"
He notices the black blood on Ryan's hand…
Ryan's Father (eyes widening): "Huh????"
He rushes over to Ryan, examining the pure black blood.
Ryan (confused): "What are you doing, Dad?"
Ryan's Father (shocked): "You…!"
Ryan (nervously sweating): "Me what?"
Ryan's Father (seriously, still in shock): "You're… the 19th Cursed King! A descendant of the Royal Cursed Bloodline?!"
Ryan (eyes widening): "Huh? H-How…?"
Ryan (internally): "Has everything changed? Have I had special blood all along?"
"Was it because I never got hurt as a child, that I never noticed my blood? But… what exactly is Cursed Blood?"
Ryan: "Dad… What does that even mean?"
Ryan's Father: "The Cursed Blood comes from the lineage of the Cursed King Azarius…It's a unique bloodline that exists only within our family…"
Ryan: "Huh…?"
Ryan couldn't even comprehend it…
"And from that moment on… my life as a weak and foolish boy changed forever—
I discovered I carried the Blood of the Cursed King."
[Available Info:]
This blood contains special powers, passed through certain bloodlines, tribes, or kings… It always holds a fixed, unique ability.