Arold ended up falling to the ground from exhaustion caused by the blow he had just used, dropping what was left of the sword far away. He couldn't even move a finger to get up or try to regroup with the people behind him, breathing heavily as he spoke:
— D-did he fall dead? Is he finally gone?
He thought it was finally over. All those days of terror would come to an end without much more damage. But then the immortal stood up, revealing that the boy had missed his attack and only ripped off his forearm along with part of his torso—something that didn't affect the villain at all, who just got up fully regenerated. The dust settled, revealing this to Arold, who fell into despair thinking he was going to die there.
One thing noticeable to everyone was the original arm of that being suffering burns from the sunlight rays—though not many, since it was close to six in the evening, specifically 5:50 PM.
Kura rushed at the man without even noticing his burning arm, grabbing the remnants of Arold's sword and using his electromagnetic ability and the heat generated by his lightning to shape a "sword" on his right arm. The blade had an extremely sharp cutting edge, which the electric youth used at lightning speed to pierce the immortal's chest. Then, with all his speed and strength, he brutally slid the blade upward, completely destroying the immortal's head and causing his blood to spray toward the group behind them, allowing not only the director to accidentally drink it but also Ali to take in the same blood as the director. The girl gave a strange smile as she did this.
— Arold, get out of there now! I'm going to kill this bastard!
Kura said, both irritated and worried about his brother.
The immortal quickly regenerated and, angry at the attack he had just suffered, spoke with all the hatred he had accumulated over these two hundred years:
— You mortal trash are always like this, always performing these futile acts of protecting someone's life, even when their death is inevitable! You only do futile, futile, futile, futile things!
He said this while trying again to use his "lightning" attack, but the short boy responded by creating his electric "shield" again, evaporating the deadly liquid once more. The boy then punched his chest at full speed again, throwing the immortal against the wall once more.
While regenerating, the man began thinking about his past two hundred years ago.
"How does this damned boy… represent such a threat to me, like that man from many years ago?"
He started recalling his life before the racist attack on his small nation: He was just another common soldier of his ethnicity, with his rank determined by the location of his birthmark. Even though his powers weren't useful in warfare, his muscles alone helped him in dangerous situations. Until one normal day, that small country began a secret project, Unsterbleach, initially to make their soldiers immortal, and soon after, their entire population. The leaders' goal was to fulfill the promise of their progenitor, the great savior of humanity in the great war 4,000 years ago.
At a large conference, one of the leaders began his announcement:
— Good morning, people of Mirai no Kuni! Today I come to speak about our new project for our nation, for our people! The Unsterbleach Project. A project that will help us fulfill the promise of our patriarch, a project that will lead us to immortality! Our best scientists are working on this project; we have selected four soldiers to test it before the entire population!
This announcement was made to the entire small country and excited the population, who eagerly awaited it—all wanting to achieve immortality and fulfill the promise of their ancestor.
— Hey, Dtùschar, did you see that announcement? Isn't it amazing?! We're going to fulfill that ancient promise!
Dtùschar listened but wasn't very excited about being one of the test subjects for the experiment. He wasn't very fond of the supposed promise either and didn't like how his people decided the future of children. So why should he care about some old promise he didn't even make?
— Uh… sounds fun… what was that promise again?
The blond, muscular man's tone was morbid, even quite depressive. The person speaking to him was his younger sister, who was annoyed and gave him a light tap on the head.
— Idiot brother, how can you forget that amazing promise our patriarch made—to help someone who, in the future, inherits the will of the savior of our world, by reading the diary he left behind!
The girl, about eighteen years old, said this with excitement and hope, which cheered up the blond man—not because of the promise, but because of the happiness of the only person important to him. He wanted her to be well and felt happy seeing her enthusiasm, despite the tap on his head.
— Ah… so that's the promise? I'm really excited about this project's success, Gelie.
Though his voice was cheerful for her, inside he felt sad and discouraged, as if wishing the project had never been thought of or started by his country.
On the day the experiments began, the man was with three others, including his best friend, Kisar. Dtùschar approached him and greeted him, starting a simple conversation as the two friends usually did. Naturally, they ended up talking about the experiments they were about to undergo:
— Hey, what do you think about this experiment, Kisar?
Dtùschar asked cautiously, waiting attentively for his friend's opinion.
— What do I think? Ah, even though I'm worried about all this, deep down I think it will be good for everyone in our small country.
That answer was unexpected for the future immortal, who only nodded, looking down at the floor and then raising his head to look at the sun.
Time passed, and they were already in the experiment room, undergoing the painful process. Hours passed—one hour, two hours, six hours, ten hours.
After exactly thirty-four hours of the experiment, Dtùschar opened his eyes again and looked at the room's lamp. He noticed he was still alive and felt encouraged. He quickly turned his face toward where his best friend and the other soldiers, chosen as test subjects, should be to share the situation with them.
He was shocked by the scene beside him: All the other test subjects were dead in a bizarre and frightening way.
While he was completely scared, the country's representative approached him, putting a hand on the immortal's right shoulder while saying:
— Well… the experiment was almost a total failure. The other test subjects couldn't endure the procedure and died during it, while you, although alive, didn't reach complete immortality. Even with all your superhuman abilities… ultraviolet rays will still kill you.
The blond was confused, thinking, "What do you mean, not complete immortality? Is there half immortality?"
Days passed, and the nation's representative only said the experiment had succeeded.
That completely changed the man's life. People began to worship him, wealth and fame came like air, all of it went to his head and made him very different from before.
— Hey, you can't come in here—
The immortal's guards tried to stop someone from passing but failed, and she got through. It was his sister, Gelie. She looked irritated with him.
— Brother, what happened to you? You're not the same anymore; you've become totally arrogant and unhumble!
Dtùschar silenced his sister by clearing his throat loudly. He was seated on a throne surrounded by women pampering him. The man tossed some coins to his sister while saying:
— If you came to ask for some change, you didn't need all this scandal. You could have asked peacefully.
That made veins in her forehead bulge with rage as she looked at him, yelling with all her hatred:
— Ask for change? I don't want your dirty money! Mom is sick, and you haven't even visited her since she went to the hospital. What kind of person are you?!
Those words hurt a part of him deep down, hearing that from his own sister, making him retort with even more harshness:
— What kind of person have I become? I've become perfect—I've become an immortal god!
That statement only made his sister sadder and angrier, causing her to shed a few small tears. She turned to leave, walking away while saying:
— You're no longer the brother I used to talk to.
That made the man outwardly angry, but inside he was sad. It pushed him deeper into the depression he suffered. He had lost everything he loved at that moment. The only thought in his mind was: "So that was the price of immortality?"
About a year passed after that. His mother died from that illness. He became even more famous and arrogant. He hadn't seen his sister since that fight, only knowing she had a child with a coworker. His life was "peaceful," until suddenly an explosion happened. It was the declaration of war from the protagonists' country, two hundred years ago, with a massive battle starting. The war lasted three years, until the final attack on Mirai no Kuni, a full-force assault. Mirai no Kuni quickly began to fall into ruins. Dtùschar fought alongside other soldiers until his sentimental side began to speak louder: "Save your family and flee," his feelings urged him.
After much physical and mental struggle, he decided to advance to save his sister. When he arrived, he saw his sister and nephew and tried to save them using his speed. He almost saved them from death and escaping the country, willing to throw everything away to live a normal life with them without all the wars or battles. But that was stopped by a fire attack that hit his sister, who died burned before his eyes.
He then saw his nephew still alive and tried to save at least that child from death, but failed again: a soldier from Burajin no Kuni pierced the child's skull with an AK-47 bullet.
The shock was too much for the Miraijin, who was then surprised by an attack from the "purple of death," who looked at him and said:
— Sorry for all this, we're just following orders… Allow me to end your pain.
The immortal's rage was at its peak, starting a fight to the death with that soldier. Both were badly wounded, but Dtùschar was worse due to his opponent's power—the creation and manipulation of ultraviolet rays.
The end was near, and all he could think was: "Where… has this brought me?"
He launched his final attack against the man; it was a clash of two punches with all their strength. On his left fist, ultraviolet energy began to destroy his body completely. Seeing no other way, the man quickly used a "laser" from his eyes to cut off his right arm and then used his power to transfer his mind through his blood into that arm, entering a coma for two hundred years.
"Thinking about it, they don't look that much alike."
He thought this to himself as he stood after finishing his regeneration, running a hand through his hair. Then he turned his gaze toward his enemies, only to be surprised by a joint attack from the director and Kura, with a series of powerful blows while the director shouted:
— I won't let you leave alive, you damn zombie!