EPISODE-7 — THE INSTANT
Kanoji gets infected with Dark Ink Poison.
Aki fights alone against the entire army.
She almost dies…
Then Kanoji awakens THE BLUE EXOTIC DEMON FORM — destroying all 100,000 Samurai in one god-tier scene.
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EPISODE-7 — THE INSTANT
"When One Second Changes the World"
The battlefield stank of blood and broken ink.
A hundred Samurai corpses melted into black puddles around Aki and Kanoji.
But the war wasn't slowing down.
It was only beginning.
The remaining 99,900 Ink Samurai marched forward like a living tidal wave.
Their armor rattled like a storm of metal rain.
Aki whispered:
"Kanoji… they're coming again."
Kanoji lifted his demon blade.
But before he could strike—
SHHHHK!
Something sharp—something fast—
scratched across Kanoji's shoulder.
A tiny cut.
Barely visible.
A drop of unusual black ink dripped out.
Aki frowned:
"Bro… that ink looks different—"
Kanoji's eyes widened.
His arm locked.
His veins turned black.
His heartbeat spiked.
Dark ink poison.
Venom of the Blood Scroll Clan.
A rare curse.
Lethal.
Unstoppable.
And the effect was instant.
KANOJI COLLAPSES
The cut spread like wildfire through his body.
Kanoji fell to one knee.
His vision blurred.
The world twisted sideways.
Aki grabbed him:
"Kanoji! Kanoji! Bro— stay with me!"
His demon core flickered.
His breathing slowed.
His muscles stiffened.
Dark ink crept up his neck, covering half his face.
He tried to speak—
but only blood came out.
Aki's voice cracked:
"No… no no no, this isn't happening…"
The samurai army roared:
"HE IS FALLING."
"THE CURSE IS TAKING HIM."
"NOW—THE GIRL DIES NEXT."
Aki stood up slowly.
Her hands shook.
But her voice didn't.
"You want me…? Then come."
100,000 vs 1 — AKI'S LAST STAND
The entire Blood Castle trembled as the samurai army charged.
Aki loaded her gun with blood-charged bullets.
Aki HP: 740,000
Level: 16,000,000
Weapon: Crimson Pulse Rifle
Armor: Bloodcore Jacket
Skill Unlock: Crimson Overdrive (20 sec dmg boost)
She activated everything at once.
Her body glowed with crimson lightning.
And she ran.
She fought like hell.
FIRST 1,000 SAMURAI — FALL
Aki dodged three blades—
rolled under one spear—
jumped over a curved slash—
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Twenty samurai evaporated.
She spun—
shot blindly—
kicked a blade back into a warrior's neck.
1,000 samurai died in 12 seconds.
But the KILLWAVE didn't stop.
NEXT 5,000 SAMURAI — CRIMSON CARNAGE
Ink arrows flew like a rainstorm.
Aki ducked behind a wall of corpses—
slid across blood—
fired a full barrage.
Her gun overheated.
She switched to a blade—
cut three samurai in one swing.
She was fighting for Kanoji.
For herself.
For survival.
But the army was too big.
NEXT 10,000 SAMURAI — OVERWHELM
Forty warriors pinned her from three sides.
Slash—
cut—
stab—
Aki's shoulder opened.
Her blood fell.
Her HP dropped.
She screamed and fired point-blank—
BOOM!
Fifty warriors exploded.
But Aki was slowing down.
Her vision dimmed.
Her hands trembled.
Her HP dropped below half.
Still—
she didn't stop.
Not until—
THE FINAL STRIKE THAT ALMOST KILLS HER
An elite Ink Commander appeared.
Level: 60,000,000
HP: 9,500,000
Skill: Ink Execution Slash
He teleported behind her.
Aki turned too late.
SHHHK—
The blade pierced through her stomach.
Her HP dropped to 140,000.
Blood poured down her legs.
Her legs buckled.
The Commander whispered:
"Your story ends."
Aki collapsed.
Her gun fell from her hand.
The remaining 83,900 samurai closed in slowly—
Step.
Step.
Step.
Their blades pointed at Aki's throat.
She whispered weakly:
"Kanoji… I need you…"
THE MOMENT KANOJI AWAKENS — THE BLUE EXOTIC
Silence.
Then—
BOOM.
A shockwave burst from Kanoji's chest.
The dark ink poison froze.
Cracked.
Shattered.
Exploded outward.
A blue flame ignited behind his back.
His hair lifted.
His eyes glowed neon blue.
His veins pulsed with bright energy.
His demon form evolved.
Not red.
Not black.
But EXOTIC BLUE.
A form seen only in legendary scrolls.
THE BLUE EXOTIC.
Aki stared in shock:
"K-Kanoji…?"
He stood slowly.
The ground cracked under his feet.
His HP skyrocketed.
KANOJI — BLUE EXOTIC FORM
Level: 200,000,000
HP: 9,999,999
Aura: Blue Demon Surge
Skills:
Celestial Blue Slash
Azure Blade Storm
Ink Eraser Mode
Heaven-Piercer Dash
Final: 100,000 Soul Requiem
Kanoji looked at Aki—
eyes glowing electric blue—
"I'm here."
Then he turned toward the army.
"Time to erase this clan."
THE MASSACRE — 100,000 SAMURAI IN 26 SECONDS
SECOND 1 — 5,000 Dead
Kanoji vanishes.
Reappears in the air.
Blue arcs explode everywhere.
SECOND 5 — 20,000 Dead
He spins once—
creates a tornado of blue blades—
The entire left flank dissolves.
SECOND 12 — 40,000 Dead
He smashes his fist into the ground—
AZURE EARTHBREAKER
Blue shockwaves vaporize entire battalions.
SECOND 17 — 60,000 Dead
Kanoji turns his blade downward.
A dragon made of blue fire erupts—
burning all ahead.
SECOND 22 — 90,000 Dead
He becomes light itself.
Teleporting.
Slashing.
Cutting.
Erasing.
SECOND 26 — FINAL MOVE
Kanoji raises his blade skyward.
"100,000 SOUL REQUIEM."
A blue circle expands outward.
Every samurai—
every commander—
every shadow—
every blade—
every scream—
ERASED.
Total killed:
100,000 / 100,000 Ink Samurai.
The battlefield turned empty.
Silent.
Kanoji walked to Aki, picked her up gently.
Her voice cracked:
"You came back…"
He smiled softly.
"Always."
EPISODE-8 — THE LOVE BEFORE HELL
"When the Heart Beats Louder Than Any Demon"
For the first time in hours…
there was no blood.
No screams.
No attacks.
Only soft wind
and a peaceful sky
over the shattered battlefield.
Kanoji sat on a broken pillar, staring at his blue demon aura fading slowly.
Aki sat beside him, her legs swinging casually.
She glanced at him…
then looked away quickly.
Her cheeks turned pink.
Kanoji raised an eyebrow.
"You okay?"
Aki muttered, "Yeah… I'm fine… idiot…"
Kanoji laughed.
"That usually means you're not fine."
Aki punched his arm lightly.
"Shut up."
Then silence again.
But this time…
a warm silence.
---
THE MOMENT AKI REALIZES
Aki stared at Kanoji's face.
The way his messy blue hair fell. The small scratches still glowing. The dangerous smile that saved her life.
Her heart skipped.
God… what is this feeling…?
Kanoji noticed her spacing out.
"What? Why are you staring at me like I'm a menu item?"
Aki choked on pure embarrassment.
"I—I wasn't staring! Don't flatter yourself!"
---
THE WALK BACK — PURE BAKCHODI
They walked toward their temporary camp.
Kanoji:
"You know, you almost died."
Aki:
"And you? You were poisoned like a clown."
Kanoji:
"At least I looked cool when I revived."
Aki snorted:
"You looked like a glitchy LED bulb."
Kanoji stopped walking dramatically.
"Take that back."
"No :)"
"Take it back."
"NO :)"
"Aki—!!"
Aki burst out laughing.
Kanoji couldn't help but smile too.
Peace felt good.
---
THE TEASING SCENE (Anime-Style)
Aki suddenly stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
"Kanoji."
He froze.
Her face was close—
too close.
"What… what happened?" Kanoji whispered.
Aki slowly reached forward…
Kanoji's heart hammered.
Is she…?
Is this…?
Is she going to—
She gently poked his chest.
"You dropped this."
She held out his necklace charm.
Kanoji blinked.
"That's it?"
Aki smirked.
"What were you expecting?"
Kanoji looked away, flustered.
"N-Nothing!"
Aki leaned closer.
"You sure~?"
Suddenly—
Her hand slipped while teasing him
and lightly brushed across his upper chest near his collarbone,
close enough to make his brain explode.
Kanoji froze like a statue.
A beat.
Two beats.
Then—
NOSEBLEED.
A perfect anime-style blood drip from his nose.
Aki panicked instantly.
"BRO WHAT—?! WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING?!"
Kanoji, red-faced:
"I-I don't know—you're too close—my heart—stop—"
Aki covered her face.
"YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT!"
---
THE REAL FEELING
They reached camp.
Aki sat next to him again.
This time…
she didn't move away.
"Kanoji…"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you. For coming back. For saving me."
Kanoji looked at her quietly.
"I always will."
Aki's cheeks glowed red again.
She whispered so softly he barely heard:
"I think I'm… starting to like you, you dumb blue demon."
Kanoji's heart nearly exploded.
He looked at the sky, grinning.
"Then I'll try not to die next time."
Aki leaned lightly on his shoulder.
"Good. Because tomorrow…"
She pointed at the giant burning portal ahead.
"Hell Tournament begins."
Kanoji smirked.
"Let's go show Hell what love looks like."
EPISODE-9 — THE HELL TOURNAMENT BEGINS
"When Demons Fight for the Right to Live"
The Blood Castle disappeared behind them.
A giant stone gate rose from the ground, shaking the world.
Carved with skulls.
Burning with fire.
Screaming with trapped souls.
HELL TOURNAMENT — NIGHT SHOW ENTRY
Only spectators allowed tonight.
Only killers allowed tomorrow.
Kanoji and Aki stepped into the glowing red stands, surrounded by thousands of demons, gods, monsters, undead warriors, and legendary criminals.
A massive arena opened below—
wide as ten cities,
deep as a bottomless pit,
lit by black flames.
The Hell Emperor's voice boomed:
"WELCOME… TO THE NIGHT SHOW!"
The crowd roared like an earthquake.
Aki whispered:
"This is insane…"
Kanoji smirked.
"Good warm-up before we win this."
THE RULES OF THE NIGHT SHOW
A giant Hell Warden stepped into the arena.
HELL WARDEN — LORD KAVAROS
Level: 180,000,000
HP: 81,000,000
Skill: Soul Desecration
He raised his weapon:
"Tonight, only three rounds."
ROUND 1 — The 8 Monsters of Despair
ROUND 2 — The 4 Kings of Havoc
ROUND 3 — The 2 Hell Generals
No humans allowed tonight.
Only demons and monsters fight…
Kanoji and Aki sit and watch.
Aki whispered, "Who do you think survives?"
Kanoji:
"No one."
ROUND 1 — THE 8 MONSTERS OF DESPAIR
A massive gate opened.
Eight creatures walked out—each one legendary.
GORAG THE BONE ELEPHANT
Level: 70M | HP: 29M
A giant skeleton elephant with fire eyes.
SERPENTA — THE POISON QUEEN
Level: 65M | HP: 20M
Half woman, half cobra, venom of death.
RIFTWOLF ALPHA
Level: 68M | HP: 24M
Teleports through shadows.
SKULL DRAGONET
Level: 90M | HP: 35M
Small dragon with exploding breath.
KRAKTAAR THE HOOKED OGRE
Level: 74M | HP: 31M
THE BLOOD WRAITH
Level: 82M | HP: Immortal (unless burned)
INFERNO MANTIS
Level: 60M | HP: 17M
THE GRINNING HUNGER
Level: 100M | HP: 40M
A tall demon with a smile that never stops.
The crowd screamed.
Kanoji leaned forward:
"This will be messy."
Aki pulled popcorn from her inventory.
"Then let's enjoy."
FIGHT STARTS — CHAOS EXPLODES
The ground cracked.
Eight monsters charged.
First Kill:
RIFTWOLF teleported behind the Mantis—
SNAP. Decapitated.
Winner: Riftwolf.
Second Kill:
Gorag stomped the Skull Dragonet into paste.
Winner: Gorag.
Third Kill:
Serpenta spat venom —
acid burned the Ogre alive.
Screams echoed for minutes.
Fourth Kill:
The Blood Wraith wrapped itself around Serpenta—
absorbing her blood in slow agony.
Aki:
"Damn… brutal."
Kanoji:
"Hell isn't for kids."
Now only four remained:
Gorag
Riftwolf
Blood Wraith
The Grinning Hunger
FINAL OF ROUND 1 — HORROR
Gorag the elephant charged.
The Grinning Hunger didn't move…
Until the final second.
Then—
SMILE WIDENS.
He ripped Gorag's skull off with one hand.
The entire arena fell silent.
Next, Riftwolf attacked Hunger.
Teleport.
Slash.
Teleport.
Slash.
Fast…
but useless.
The Grinning Hunger grabbed his head mid-teleport—
CRACK.
Riftwolf's body fell limp.
Only two monsters remained:
BLOOD WRAITH vs THE GRINNING HUNGER
The Wraith tried absorbing Hunger's blood—
but Hunger had none.
He was something else.
Hunger simply whispered:
"Stop."
And the Wraith evaporated into red mist.
WINNER OF ROUND 1:
THE GRINNING HUNGER
Level: 100M → 150M (Power absorbed)
Aki shivered.
"Never let that thing near us."
Kanoji:
"It won't live long."
ROUND 2 — THE 4 KINGS OF HAVOC
Four armored demons appeared—each one a ruler of a Hell district.
KING RAVIEL — The Hell Spear
Level: 120M | HP: 50M
KING MALGROTH — The Burning Giant
Level: 130M | HP: 65M
KING RAZORMAW — Beast of Thousand Teeth
Level: 110M | HP: 44M
QUEEN SHARA — Mistress of Shadows
Level: 125M | HP: 48M
Their entrance alone shook the seats.
Even the Grinning Hunger took a step back.
Kanoji:
"Those four will kill him."
Aki:
"Good."
ROUND 2 FIGHT — STRATEGY, POWER, DEATH
The Grinning Hunger leaped first—
moving like broken lightning.
King Raviel countered instantly:
HELL SPEAR — SKY SHATTER PIERCE
A spear of pure fire smashed Hunger into the wall.
Queen Shara emerged behind him—
SHADOW VORTEX
She trapped him inside a black hurricane of blades.
Finally, Malgroth the giant stomped on the vortex—
BOOOOOM.
Dust filled the entire arena.
Silence.
Then…
Hunger didn't move.
WINNER OF ROUND 2:
THE FOUR KINGS (Survivors: Raviel, Malgroth, Shara, Razormaw)
ROUND 3 — THE TWO HELL GENERALS
A hush fell across all of Hell.
Two legendary figures stepped out.
GENERAL 1 — LORD ASHMORTIS
The Demon Physicist
Level: 180M
HP: 70M
Skill: Reality Disrupt Field
GENERAL 2 — LADY SYNTHEA
The Reaper Dancer
Level: 200M
HP: 83M
Skill: Crescent Guillotine Storm
The Four Kings bowed instantly.
Aki:
"They're on another level."
Kanoji's eyes narrowed.
"These two… we'll have to fight them soon."
The Kings attacked together.
But the Generals didn't even blink.
Ashmortis snapped his fingers—
REALITY DISRUPTION: GRAVITY BREAK
All four kings collapsed instantly.
Synthea spun once—
GUILLOTINE DANCE
And all four heads fell in one beautiful, deadly motion.
The arena went silent.
WINNERS OF THE NIGHT SHOW:
HELL'S TWO SUPREME GENERALS
LORD ASHMORTIS
&
LADY SYNTHEA
They bowed to the Emperor.
Aki whispered:
"Kanoji… we're next."
Kanoji smirked slowly.
"I'm ready."
EPISODE-10 — THE POINTED ONE
"When Power Means Nothing… But Will Means Everything."
The Hell Emperor's roar shook the arena:
"ROUND ONE! HUMAN CATEGORY — THE TRIAL OF EMPTY HANDS!"
Only humans could enter.
But they had to follow one rule:
NO POWERS.
NO SKILLS.
NO AURA.
ONLY FISTS.
Aki grabbed Kanoji's hand.
"Are you sure? You can't use anything. No demon core. No Exotic. Nothing."
Kanoji smiled softly.
"If I run from this… I don't deserve tomorrow."
He stepped into the arena.
Alone.
Human.
Zero form.
No power.
The arena floor rumbled.
A monstrous figure walked in from the opposite gate.
A giant.
Taller than a house.
Muscles like carved iron.
Eyes glowing red.
His name echoed:
THE POINTED ONE — RAZORFIST TITAN
Height: 22 feet
Weight: 5 tons
Kill Record: 9,200 humans
Rules: No mercy
The Titan cracked his knuckles.
"You're smaller than my breakfast."
Kanoji raised his fists.
"Good. I'm hungry too."
Aki screamed from the stands:
"KANOJI, JUST DON'T DIE!"
ROUND BEGINS
The Titan charged first—
like a falling mountain.
Kanoji didn't punch.
Didn't block.
Didn't dodge wildly.
He parried.
A subtle, perfect redirection.
The Titan's fist missed by an inch—
slamming into the pillar behind Kanoji, cracking it in half.
The audience gasped.
"WHAT—HE DEFLECTED THAT?"
"No power?"
"Impossible!!"
But Kanoji felt every bit of the impact in his bones.
He whispered:
"0-Form… Parry Style…"
The Titan snarled and swung again—
A hammer-like punch that could break mountains.
Kanoji tapped the wrist—
redirected the momentum—
and the Titan stumbled forward.
The crowd exploded.
Aki screamed:
"YES! YES! KEEP GOING!"
BUT THE TITAN WAS NOT STUPID
RazorFist grinned, revealing metal teeth.
"So that's your trick…
You redirect strength…"
He lifted both arms.
"But what happens…
when I use EVERY MUSCLE AT ONCE?"
BOOOOM.
A shockwave blasted from his body.
Then he swung—
a double-handed smash.
Kanoji tried to parry—
But the force was too overwhelming.
The world turned sideways—
Kanoji flew across the arena—
crashed into the wall—
and spit blood.
His vision blurred.
Bones cracked.
Aki stood up, terrified:
"KANOJI!! GET UP!!"
KANOJI STANDS AGAIN
Barely.
Stumbling.
Breathing like glass.
The Titan mocked him:
"You have no power.
No demon.
No magic.
You're nothing."
Kanoji raised his shaking fists.
"I have something better…"
"What?"
"…the will to survive."
The Titan roared and charged again—
Swinging a punch wider than Kanoji's whole body.
Kanoji stepped inward, not backward.
He parried the joint—
redirected the elbow—
and the Titan's own momentum twisted his arm.
The crowd gasped:
"HE MADE A GIANT BREAK HIS OWN ARM!"
The Titan screamed—
"YOU LITTLE—"
But then everything changed.
THE MOMENT EVERYTHING GOES WRONG
The Titan faked a punch—
then swung his other arm like a guillotine.
Kanoji realized too late—
He couldn't parry this.
He couldn't block this.
He couldn't escape.
He whispered:
"…Aki…"
SHHHHKKKK
A huge blade attached to the Titan's wrist slashed down—
And Kanoji watched—
his right arm fly into the air.
Blood sprayed across the arena.
Aki collapsed in shock:
"N-NO—
KANOJI!!!"
Kanoji fell to his knees.
Vision shaking.
His right shoulder empty.
Burning.
Bleeding.
The Titan laughed:
"NOW YOU'RE DONE, HUMAN."
BUT KANOJI REFUSES TO DIE
Blood dripping.
Breathing fading.
Pain turning everything white.
Kanoji grabbed a handful of dirt with his left hand—
pushed himself up—
and stared at the Titan with one burning eye.
"One arm…
is enough."
The Titan stomped forward—
"Kneel."
Kanoji stepped under the punch—
parried with his remaining arm—
and smashed his forehead into the Titan's jaw.
The entire arena went silent.
The Titan stumbled back.
A tooth fell out.
Aki whispered through tears:
"You idiot… you beautiful idiot…"
THE FINAL PARRY
The Titan screamed in rage—
"DIE WITH NO ARM!"
He threw his final attack—
a full-power punch.
Kanoji didn't dodge.
Didn't run.
Didn't flinch.
He whispered:
"0-Form… Final Parry…"
He touched the Titan's wrist.
Redirected the momentum.
Shifted the angle.
Tilted the energy.
And—
THE TITAN'S OWN PUNCH
HIT HIS OWN HEART.
CRUNCH.
Silence.
The Titan froze.
Then fell backward like a collapsing mountain.
Dead.
WINNER — KANOJI (HUMAN, 0-FORM)
Kanoji stood trembling.
Covered in blood.
One arm missing.
Vision fading.
Aki ran into the arena—
caught him before he fell.
"You idiot… don't you ever scare me like that again…"
Kanoji smiled weakly.
"I won… didn't I?"
She hugged him tightly.
"You better not die…
because I need you…"
EPISODE-11 — THE ARM OF BLUE EXOTIC
"A Demon Never Lets Its Host Fall."
The arena was silent.
The Titan's corpse was still smoking.
The ground still cracked.
Aki still holding Kanoji's collapsing body.
But the victory…
felt like defeat.
Kanoji's right arm was gone.
Completely.
Blood poured endlessly.
Aki screamed at the medics:
"HELP HIM!! HE'S BLEEDING OUT!!"
Medics rushed in—
but as soon as they touched him—
BOOM.
A pulse of blue energy blasted them backward.
Aki froze.
"K… Kanoji…?"
THE BLUE DEMON'S HEARTBEAT
Kanoji lay on the ground, barely conscious.
Breathing slow.
Eyes fading.
But inside his chest…
thump
thump
THUMP
A heartbeat that wasn't human.
A heartbeat of Exotic Blue Flame.
A ghostly blue silhouette formed behind Kanoji.
It was tall.
Armored.
Glowing like a divine monster.
Horns sharp.
Eyes burning pure blue.
Claws dripping cosmic fire.
The same demon from Episode-7…
THE BLUE EXOTIC DEMON.
The entire arena whispered:
"What is that thing…?"
"Is that a god?"
"No… it's something else…"
Aki looked at the demon—
"You… you came for him…?"
The demon leaned down over Kanoji like a guardian.
Its voice echoed like thunder wrapped in silk:
"MY HOST DOES NOT FALL."
THE RESTORATION RITUAL
The demon raised one clawed hand—
A circle of glowing blue runes spun into existence.
The arena lit up.
Wind twisted.
Stone floated.
The ground cracked under the pressure.
The demon grasped Kanoji's bleeding shoulder—
And blue flames burst out.
Aki covered her eyes.
Kanoji screamed—
not from pain…
but from energy too powerful for a human body.
The demon spoke:
"RESTORE.
REBIRTH.
RECLAIM."
The flames twisted upward—
taking the shape of bones…
then muscles…
then skin…
Until—
A NEW ARM FORMED.
Not human at first.
Ghostly.
Blue.
Flame-like.
Then slowly solidifying.
Perfect.
Alive.
Stronger than the original.
Aki gasped:
"K-Kanoji… your arm… it's back…"
THE REBORN ARM — BLUE EXOTIC MARKED
Kanoji opened his eyes.
They glowed deep blue for a second.
He looked at his right arm.
It was human again…
But faint glowing blue lines ran through it like lightning veins.
He whispered:
"…I can move it…"
The demon stepped behind him—
"THIS ARM… IS NOW MINE AND YOURS.
A SHARED POWER.
A SHARED WILL."
Kanoji clenched his restored fist.
It felt light.
Fast.
Invincible.
Aki wiped tears from her cheeks.
"You idiot… you scared me so much…"
Kanoji smiled softly.
"Sorry. I had to win."
Aki smacked him.
"DON'T WIN BY LOSING YOUR ARM!"
Kanoji:
"Okay okay—point taken."
The demon finally faded into blue mist.
But before vanishing entirely, it whispered:
"HOST… THE HELL EMPEROR IS WATCHING."
THE EMPEROR'S WARNING
The Hell Emperor rose from his throne.
Thousands of demons kneeled.
But his eyes were fixed on Kanoji.
"HUMAN… YOU SURVIVED MY TRIAL.
THAT ARM…
THAT DEMON…
THAT POWER…"
He pointed at Kanoji.
"YOU ARE NOT READY FOR WHAT COMES NEXT."
Aki stepped in front of Kanoji, protective:
"Try him. Just try. He'll beat you too."
The Emperor smirked.
"WE SHALL SEE."
He raised his hand—
A giant sigil burned into the sky.
"TOMORROW…
THE SECOND TRIAL BEGINS."
ENDING SCENE — PROMISE
That night, Kanoji and Aki sat outside the arena.
Aki held his new hand gently.
"Promise me…
you won't die before this tournament ends."
Kanoji looked at her with a soft smile.
"I promise.
Not while you're beside me."
Aki blushed, looking away.
"Idiot… idiot…"
Kanoji laughed.
His new arm glowed faintly blue under the night sky.
And somewhere far above…
The Blue Exotic Demon watched.
EPISODE-12 — THE FAKE ONE
"When Illusion Starts Killing, Reality Becomes Meaningless."
INTRO — SILENCE BEFORE THE FALSE STORM
Morning arrived quietly.
But the arena… didn't.
The sky above the Hell Tournament flickered like a broken screen.
Glitches.
Static.
Digital distortion hanging over reality.
Kanoji stared upward, confused.
Aki whispered:
"Something's wrong… this isn't normal."
Kanoji nodded, gripping his newly reborn blue-marked arm.
"The Emperor said the second trial begins today… This must be it."
And then—
D O N G
A deep bell echoed like it was struck by the universe itself.
Blue mist spilled across the arena floor.
A voice spoke, neither human nor demon:
"TRIAL TWO — THE FAKE ONES."
THE SHADOWS TAKE SHAPE
The mist thickened.
Shapes formed.
Bodies molded from nothing.
And then—
Aki gasped in horror.
"Kanoji… those are—"
Ten figures stepped out of the mist.
And they were…
KANOJI.
All of them.
Each one looked exactly like him— same clothes, same build, same weapon stance, same arm.
Even the glowing blue marks.
Kanoji's heart froze.
"What… the hell…?"
The fake Kanojis opened their eyes.
They were empty.
No soul.
No warmth.
Just dead-blue void.
A distorted voice spoke from the sky:
"THESE AREN'T MIRRORS.
THEY ARE KILLERS."
Aki's face turned cold.
"They move like you… but don't think. They'll attack without fear."
Kanoji cracked his knuckles.
"Good. I'll break them without fear."
THE FIGHT BEGINS — TEN AGAINST ONE
The Fake Ones charged.
Not running—
teleporting
—jerking like corrupted frames of animation.
Kanoji blocked the first strike—
CLANG!
It felt like hitting steel.
Another fake version appeared behind him.
Another in front.
Another above.
Aki shouted:
"Kanoji, they're copying your movement patterns! Every attack you use, they instantly mimic it!"
"Then I'll do something even I can't predict."
He spun his new arm.
Blue sparks erupted.
He slammed it forward—
BOOOOM
A shockwave sent three fakes flying.
But—
They landed perfectly.
No injury.
No stagger.
Then something terrifying happened.
One Fake Kanoji—
the one with cracks glowing red—
spoke in a broken voice:
"R E A L… M U S T… D I E…"
And all ten rushed him at once.
THE CHAOTIC BATTLE — REAL BLOOD, FAKE BODIES
Kanoji ducked under a punch, parried two kicks, and elbowed the one behind him.
Every movement was fast.
Precise.
Deadly.
But the fakes fought with no hesitation…
no pain…
no fear.
Their hits were sharp.
Real.
One kick landed on Kanoji's ribs—
CRACK.
He coughed blood.
Aki screamed:
"KANOJI!!"
He smiled through the pain.
"I'm still good!"
He grabbed a Fake One by the throat and slammed it into the ground—
But the moment it shattered—
A new one formed from the mist.
Endless.
Aki realized:
"They're infinite…!"
The sky voice laughed softly:
"THE TRIAL ENDS ONLY WHEN THE REAL ONE BREAKS."
Kanoji wiped blood from his lips.
"Then I'll break the trial instead."
THE FAKE WITH THE BLUE ARM
One clone stepped forward.
Unlike the others…
This one had a fully formed blue exotic arm, glowing like Kanoji's.
Aki froze.
"Wait… that one— It's copying your demon!!"
Kanoji narrowed his eyes.
"That means it's the strongest."
The Fake Blue Arm charged.
It moved faster than Kanoji.
Stronger.
More stable.
Its punch hit Kanoji's chest—
BOOOOM
He flew backward, skidding across the stone.
Blood splattered.
Aki ran to him—
"Kanoji! Get up! That one's going to kill you!!"
Kanoji got up slowly.
"I know."
He clenched his glowing fist.
"This time… I'm not fighting alone."
THE BLUE EXOTIC DEMON RETURNS
The air behind Kanoji cracked like glass.
Blue fire erupted.
The Exotic Demon appeared without fully manifesting—
just its burning outline.
It spoke inside Kanoji's mind:
"HOST… THAT COPY IS NOT ME.
DESTROY IT."
Kanoji felt a surge of power fill his arm.
He stepped forward.
The Fake Blue Arm stepped forward.
A perfect mirror.
Kanoji whispered:
"Let's settle who the real one is."
FINAL CLASH — REAL VS FAKE
Both launched at the same time.
Two blue fists collided—
KA-THOOOOOOM
The shockwave split the arena floor in half.
A warp of light tore through the sky.
Aki shielded her eyes.
Kanoji twisted under the clone's arm and smashed an uppercut into its jaw—
CRUNCH
The fake staggered.
Kanoji didn't stop.
Another punch.
Another blow.
Blue flames igniting around each strike.
He shouted:
"I… AM… NOT… A COPY!!"
The final punch pierced the Fake One's chest—
SHATTER
It exploded into shards of blue glass.
The other nine fakes froze…
Then crumbled into dust.
The mist vanished.
The sky cleared.
The voice echoed:
"TRIAL TWO —
CLEAR."
ENDING SCENE — WHO MADE THE FAKE ONES?
Aki ran to Kanoji, hugging him tight.
"You idiot— you keep almost dying!"
Kanoji smiled weakly.
"Yeah… but I keep winning too."
But above them—
A pair of red eyes opened in the sky.
A completely new voice spoke:
"HOW INTERESTING…
THE REAL ONE PREVAILS."
Aki trembled.
"Kanoji… who was that…?"
Kanoji looked up.
"That wasn't the Emperor."
The voice whispered one last message:
"TRIAL THREE
WILL EXPOSE
THE TRUTH OF YOUR SOUL."
The sky went dark.
EPISODE-13 — THE REAL LOVE
"Love is gentle… until it loses something it can't live without."
THE DEATH OF KANOJI
The battlefield was already collapsing into broken craters and floating metal shards.
Aki struggled to stand.
Aki HP: 9% → 7% → 5%
Defense: Broken
Movement Speed: -70%
Kanoji stepped forward, barely conscious.
Kanoji Level: 100,000,000
HP: 32%
Weapon: Blue Exotic Arm (Awakened)
Secret Skill Locked: "Celestial Pulse"
Three assassins appeared—silent, fast, trained to kill gods.
Their leader struck with impossible speed.
"MOVE!!" Aki screamed.
But the blade pierced Kanoji's heart.
Damage Taken: 9,999,999,999 (Instant Fatal)
Kanoji HP: 32% → 0%
Status: DEAD
Blood spilled. His body slumped into Aki's arms. Her scream tore the battlefield apart.
"KANOJI NO!"
But he didn't breathe. Didn't blink. Didn't return.
Kanoji had truly died.
The assassins moved toward Aki.
"Kill the girl."
AKI'S FINAL MOMENTS
Punch to the ribs—
Damage: 4,500,000
Aki HP: 5% → 2%
Kick to the stomach—
Damage: 6,200,000
Aki HP: 2% → 0.4%
Shoulder strike—
Damage: 1,800,000
Aki HP: 0.4% → 0.1%
Her vision shook. Her body convulsed. Her dagger slipped from her hand.
The assassin lifted his blade—
"End her."
THE RED & BLUE AWAKENING
The world stopped.
Wind froze.
Gravity broke.
Kanoji's dead body floated above the ground.
A red spark erupted from his chest.
A blue spark ignited from his arm.
Then—detonation.
Blood Aura Burst: 500,000,000 DMG (Area)
Blue Exotic Pulse: 900,000,000 DMG (Area)
Shockwave Radius: 100 km
Kanoji's corpse absorbed both auras…
and transformed.
Not a demon.
Not human.
Something beyond both.
THE BLOOD KILLER DEMON
(GOD ASCENSION FORM)
Kanoji's eyes snapped open.
Right eye: Exotic Blue Star
Left eye: Blood Red Eclipse
A colossal demon shadow rose behind him—
Horns forged from blue plasma.
Wings dripping molten crimson.
Fangs glowing like blades of dying suns.
A voice rippled through the realm:
"WHO… HURT… MY LOVE?"
SYSTEM OVERLOAD:
NEW ENTITY: THE BLOOD KILLER
LEVEL: 100,000,000 (MAX)
HP: INFINITE (Wrath Mode)
DMG Bonus: +9999%
Speed: Beyond Calculation
Secret Weapon: Blood-Exotic Core
Skills Unlocked:
• Heartbreak Fury
• Infinite Slash
• Red Reaper Mode
• Blue Celestial Mode
• Combined Form — Abyssal Halo
Aki whispered:
"…K-Kanoji?"
The demon responded:
"He cannot hear you.
But I can."
THE MASSACRE
The assassins attempted to escape.
Pathetic.
FIRST KILL
Teleportation Speed: Instant
Attack: Finger Tap
Damage: 50,000,000 (Cranium Implosion)
Result: Head evaporated
Blood painted the ground.
SECOND KILL
Skill: Infinite Slash
Damage: 120,000,000 x 100 slashes
Result: Body diced into dust
A single blink—and he died a hundred deaths.
THIRD KILL
Assassin threw a forbidden bomb.
Forbidden Bomb: 40,000,000 DMG
Effect: ZERO (HP Infinite)
Kanoji stepped through the blast, eyes glowing like twin supernovas.
He grabbed the assassin's head.
"You made her cry."
Damage: 300,000,000 (Neck + Skull Crush)
Result: Erased from existence.
THE DEMON AND AKI
Aki lay dying.
Aki HP: 0.1% (Critical)
Status: Life Fading
Blood Loss: Extreme
The Blood Killer approached.
She couldn't run. Couldn't move. Could barely stay alive.
He knelt beside her.
"He died for you."
Aki sobbed uncontrollably.
"Please… bring him back…"
The demon placed a clawed finger on her cheek.
"When your heart broke…
a doorway opened.
Through that doorway—
I awakened."
Red aura wrapped Kanoji's corpse.
Blue aura surged like lightning.
RESURRECTION: LOVE REBIRTH
Kanoji HP: 0% → 50% → 80% → 100%
Level: Maintained (100,000,000)
Secret Skill Unlocked: "LifeLink Bond"
Kanoji gasped as life rushed back into him.
He blinked.
He breathed.
He lived.
Aki screamed and threw herself into his arms.
"KANOJI!! YOU'RE BACK!"
He hugged her weakly.
"…I promised you, didn't I? I'm not leaving."
Behind them, the demon form dissolved.
But before vanishing, it whispered:
"If her heart breaks again…
I will return stronger."
ENDING — REAL LOVE
Aki hugged him tighter than life itself.
"Don't ever die again… please."
Kanoji placed his forehead on hers.
"I won't.
Because love itself refuses to let me go."
Above them, the sky exploded into red and blue auroras—
the demon's silent promise watching over them.
EPISODE-14 — REAL DIMENSION
"Sometimes the hardest boss is… your own memories."
THE FALL
The sky was still trembling with the red-and-blue auroras left behind by the demon form.
Kanoji collapsed.
His body hit the ground with a heavy thud.
Aki screamed and slid beside him, pulling him into her lap.
"Kanoji!? HEY—Kanoji, look at me!"
But his eyes were losing focus. His breathing slowed. His consciousness faded like a candle dying in the rain.
He tried to raise his hand toward her face…
…then everything went dark.
Aki grabbed his shirt and screamed until her voice cracked—
"KANOJI PLEASE WAKE UP!! DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN!"
Her tears fell onto his face.
And that was the last thing Kanoji felt… before the world around him shattered.
THE DIMENSION BREAK
Silence.
Cold.
Weightless.
Kanoji opened his eyes—and he wasn't on the battlefield anymore.
The world around him glitched like cracked glass, then reformed into something impossibly real.
A gust of cold wind brushed his skin.
Grass moved gently beneath him.
Clouds drifted overhead.
He stood up slowly… and froze.
He was standing in an open garden.
Rain fell softly, cooling his face. The scent of wet soil, flowers, the earth—everything felt so real it hurt.
"Where… am I?"
He took one step forward—
—and suddenly he wasn't in a garden anymore.
The sky shifted, twisted…
…and Kanoji stood on Earth.
Real Earth.
The moon above him glowed faintly. The wind carried real air. Sounds were real. Colors were natural, not digital light.
He felt something heavy tightening in his chest.
"I… forgot this."
One blink—
The dimension changed again.
Heaven's golden light surrounded him. Then hell's burning shadows. Then the real world. Then the digital world. Then nothing. Then everything.
The universe flipped like pages of a book—each one showing him something he had lost.
Finally, the dimension settled.
Kanoji found himself in a small rainy garden, sitting alone on a wooden bench, watching droplets fall from the sky.
THE MEMORY AWAKENING
A soft wind whispered through the rain… carrying voices.
His mother's laughter.
His father calling his name.
His siblings fighting over a TV remote.
His family dinner.
His birthday cake.
The smell of warm food.
The sunlight through the old window.
The world he once had… and abandoned.
Kanoji lowered his head.
Rain and tears mixed on his face—he couldn't tell which was which anymore.
"I wasted it… all of it."
His voice cracked.
"I spent my life chasing levels, chasing power, chasing victories… and I never realized what I lost."
He saw a memory—
His mother holding a plate of food.
"Kanoji, eat with us tonight."
He replied without looking up, "Later… after this match."
Another memory—
Family planning to go out.
"Kanoji, come with us!"
"Sorry, busy grinding."
Another—
His father waiting the whole evening.
"We don't need anything, son. We just want time with you."
More memories.
More pain.
Kanoji pressed a hand to his chest.
"I wasn't a hero… I was just blind."
The rain fell harder, soaking him completely.
He looked up at the gray sky.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry I threw away the world that loved me."
He trembled, gripping the bench.
"I forgot the beauty of real life… the smell of rain… the warmth of family… the world outside the screen."
A moment of silence.
Then…
Footsteps.
THE UNKNOWN VOICE
A familiar, older voice echoed from behind him—
"Kanoji… you finally remembered."
Kanoji turned around slowly.
His eyes widened.
It wasn't Aki.
It wasn't a system message.
It wasn't a player.
It was someone he always wanted to see again…
…but never could.
The person stepped closer through the rain—
SOMEONE FROM HIS PAST.
The one whose memory hurt the most.
The one he lost long before entering this world.
Kanoji's breath broke.
"...You're… here?"
The figure smiled softly.
"No, my son. You are here."
Kanoji's heart shook violently.
This dimension wasn't a glitch.
It wasn't an illusion.
It was a place his soul had avoided for years—
The place where all the memories he buried were waiting for him.
ENDING — THE REALIZATION
Kanoji looked at the rainy sky one last time.
"I forgot what it meant to truly live… and now I'm paying the price."
He closed his eyes…
And the garden whispered back:
"Then learn again."
The dimension flickered.
His body began to fade.
Only one thought echoed in his heart—
"I must return… I have someone waiting for me."
EPISODE-15 — THE GOD BLESSING
"Not every blessing is meant to save you."
THE FACE OF THE UNKNOWN
Rain continued falling in the silent garden.
Kanoji stared at the figure standing before him… the one who said:
"You finally remembered."
Kanoji slowly reached out his hand.
The figure stepped closer—
—and the rain around him stopped.
The body was shaped like a man…
…but the face was something no human mind could accept.
The skin was stretched wrong.
The smile was too wide, carved too deep.
Where cheeks should've been, there were wet folds of muscle.
Its eyes were not eyes—they were human nails, stacked and pressed together into round, twitching circles.
And behind those nails… something moved.
The entire head looked like a brain trying to escape a human mask.
Yet the creature smiled with unnatural calmness.
He extended his hand:
"Come, Kanoji. Accept my blessing."
Something inside Kanoji screamed to run.
But something deeper… older… pulled him forward.
Kanoji touched the creature's hand.
Instantly—
Darkness swallowed the world.
The garden folded into itself like paper burning.
The sky cracked open.
And the creature whispered:
"My name… is Honor King."
THE HORROR DIMENSION
The ground beneath Kanoji dissolved, turning into a pit of whispering shadows.
Voices rose from the darkness:
"Kanoji… stay with us."
"You left us."
"You forgot us."
"You don't deserve life."
Kanoji trembled.
"What… what is this place!?"
Honor King stepped behind him—not walking, but sliding, bones bending the wrong way.
"This is your soul," he whispered.
"Everything you buried, everything you feared… lives here."
The world around them shifted again—
A corridor of hanging memories.
Shadows of people he loved.
Hands reaching from the floor.
Laughs echoing in the dark—childhood laughs turning into screams.
The air was cold enough to hurt.
Honor King leaned close to Kanoji's ear.
"You chased power.
You chased victory.
But you never chased… forgiveness."
Kanoji's throat tightened.
"What do you want from me?"
The creature smiled wider.
"To bless you with truth."
THE PRICE OF THE BLESSING
Honor King lifted one finger.
Reality cracked.
Suddenly, Kanoji saw a bright image—Aki.
She was still beside his unconscious body in the real world, holding him, shaking him, crying so hard it looked painful.
Her hands were covered with his dried blood.
Her voice was breaking:
"Kanoji… please come back… please…"
The Honor King whispered:
"Do you see it?
Her hope is dying… because you left her again."
Kanoji reached out, desperate—
"Aki!! I'm right here! Don't—don't cry! I'm coming back!"
But his hand passed through the image.
He couldn't touch her.
He couldn't speak to her.
He was trapped.
Honor King chuckled softly.
"She will not survive your absence."
"What are you saying!?"
"Watch."
AKI'S DARK MOMENT
The vision sharpened.
Kanoji saw Aki trembling, holding his face with shaking hands.
She whispered:
"If I lose you again… then I don't deserve to breathe."
Her eyes were swollen red.
Her voice was trembling uncontrollably.
She reached for the sword lying beside her.
Kanoji screamed—
"AKI!! NO!! STOP!! STOP!!!"
But she couldn't hear him.
She lifted the sword toward her own chest.
One tear fell.
"I'm sorry… I'm too weak without you…"
Kanoji slammed his fists on the invisible barrier.
"AKI!!! PLEASE!!! DON'T DO THIS!!! I'M HERE!! I'M HERE!!!"
His voice shook the dimension.
But inside the vision…
Aki closed her eyes and took a sharp breath—
And pressed the blade into herself.
Not deeply.
Not violently.
But enough to collapse into the dirt, clutching her chest, whispering his name as she fell unconscious.
"K-Kanoji…"
The world inside Kanoji broke.
He fell to his knees.
"No… no… no… Aki… please…"
Honor King placed a cold, twisted hand on his shoulder.
"Do you understand now?
Life is not healed by strength…
…it is destroyed by loneliness."
Kanoji looked up, tears spilling down his face.
"Why… why show me this!? WHY!?"
Honor King tilted his head.
"Because the greatest blessing…
comes after the greatest pain."
He extended his arms.
The shadows around Kanoji rose like waves.
"Accept my blessing, Kanoji.
Return to your world.
But know this—
My gift always demands a price."
ENDING — THE GOD'S HAND
The creature's hand touched Kanoji's chest.
Light exploded.
Darkness screamed.
Reality shattered.
And Kanoji felt himself being pulled back—violently—toward the world where Aki lay bleeding, waiting for him.
As he vanished from the horror dimension, he heard Honor King whisper:
"Your blessing… is awakening."
EPISODE-16 — THE NO ONE
"Some shadows don't follow you… they carry you."
THE CARRIED GIRL
Darkness.
A cold, endless darkness swallowing the world like a dying breath.
And inside it… footsteps.
Slow. Wet. Echoing.
A man walked through the void, holding a girl in his arms.
Her body hung limp. Her hair brushed against his arm.
Her faint breathing was the only sign she was still alive.
The man's face was hidden in shadow.
Only his shaking breath could be heard… and the quiet, broken whisper:
"Don't worry… I'm here… I won't let them take you."
He wasn't walking.
He was running.
Not fast.
Not steady.
Just desperately enough to stay alive.
Behind him, distant screams rose and faded like dying wind.
The girl's fingers twitched.
"Who… who are you?" she whispered faintly.
The man didn't answer.
He just held her tighter.
THE INTERRUPTIONS
The path shifted.
One moment it was a hallway.
The next, a forest.
Then a ruined city.
Then black nothingness.
Reality itself kept changing, as if trying to trap him.
Suddenly—
A figure stepped out of the dark.
A twisted silhouette.
Smiling.
Waiting.
The man didn't hesitate.
He charged.
A single strike—
A thud—
A body hitting the floor.
The shadow dissolved.
He kept running with the girl, whispering softly:
"Almost there… just a little more…"
But the darkness wasn't done.
Another figure appeared.
Then another.
Then another.
Every few steps—
Someone stood in his way.
Every time—he killed.
Every kill—repeated the same movement, the same strike, the same fall.
It was like the world was looping its nightmares at him.
But he never stopped.
Not once.
He ran.
He fought.
He carried her.
Because the girl's faint heartbeat was the only thing that mattered.
THE GROWING FEAR
The girl opened her eyes again.
The darkness around them felt alive… whispering her name.
"What is this place…?" she asked, trembling.
The man's voice cracked.
"A place you must never remember."
She looked up at him—but his face was still hidden, swallowed by the darkness.
"Why are you helping me…?" she whispered.
He didn't answer.
But his grip tightened.
His steps became faster.
His breathing more desperate.
As if the answer itself would destroy them both.
THE RED DOOR
After an eternity of running, something appeared ahead—
A single door.
Old. Wooden.
Cracked.
Standing alone in an ocean of darkness.
And from its edges…
a red light leaked out, pulsing like a heartbeat.
The man staggered toward it.
His legs were failing.
His arms trembling from carrying her for so long.
His breaths shallow.
But he didn't stop.
He placed his hand on the doorknob.
The girl whispered:
"Who are you…?"
Silence.
The man's voice finally broke:
"I am no one."
He pushed the door.
It creaked open.
A blinding white light exploded outward, swallowing the darkness… swallowing them both.
The episode ends in the flash of that impossible light.
EPISODE —17 "THE SAMURAI IN THE DARK"
The world was gone.
No sky, no earth—only a void so black it felt alive, breathing against Kanoji's skin like cold, wet hands.
Kanoji opened his eyes.
He was standing alone in an endless night, drenched in fog as thick as rotting flesh.
The only sound was his own heartbeat, echoing like a war drum inside the dark.
Then—
click. click. click.
Footsteps that did not belong to him.
Kanoji gripped the hilt of his sword.
A whisper crawled around him:
"Samurai… why did you return?"
A figure came crawling out of the shadows—
Not walking.
Not standing.
But dragging itself like a broken animal.
Its head… wasn't a head at all.
Just a smooth, handless stump of flesh, writhing with veins like strangled worms.
Kanoji stepped back, but dozens more slithered out behind it—
Some with their faces folded open,
Some with legs that bent the wrong way,
Some with chests stitched shut with human nails,
And some with no heads—only a spine rising upward like a crooked horn.
They surrounded him—
Twitching, hissing, trembling with hunger.
Kanoji whispered:
"…If this is the darkness… then let it come."
He drew his blade.
No light reflected on the steel.
Not here.
Not in this place where light itself had died.
The creatures lunged.
Kanoji slashed.
But instead of blood, black smoke poured from their wounds, carrying screams that did not belong to any living creature.
One creature crawled onto the ceiling—
But there was no ceiling.
It clung to the darkness itself, bending its reality just to reach him.
Another creature pressed its headless stump against Kanoji's cheek, sniffing him like a starving predator:
"Found you… samurai…"
Kanoji shoved it back—
But when he looked down—
Its hands were sewn into its chest.
Its arms simply weren't there.
And still, it laughed.
A hundred voices whispered from its skin:
"You left us… you left us… you left us…"
Kanoji swung again—
But the darkness swallowed the sound of the strike.
Even the wind refused to move.
The world around him began shifting, twisting like a nightmare trying to wake up.
The ground became wet—
Not with water.
With blood.
Footsteps echoed through the crimson puddles.
Someone was running.
A woman's scream tore through the night—
"HELP!! PLEASE— DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME!"
She was young, terrified, wearing a torn white dress soaked in rain and mud.
She sprinted toward Kanoji, tripping, crawling, crying—
A creature without a head was chasing her, moving faster than physics should allow.
Kanoji stepped forward—
But the moment he reached out—
SPLASH.
She vanished.
Her scream stopped.
Only the blood rippled.
The scene repeated—
Again.
And again.
And again.
The same girl.
The same scream.
The same chase.
The same disappearance.
A loop of suffering, locked in the dark.
Kanoji whispered:
"…This place is alive."
The creatures slowly bowed toward something behind him.
A door.
A massive door standing alone in the void—
Carved from bone
And pulsing with a dull red light leaking through its cracks.
As Kanoji walked closer, the creatures stepped aside—
Like they were afraid.
Or worshipping.
His hand hovered near the handle.
The red light brightened…
Brighter…
Brighter—
Until it burned like a sun made of blood.
Kanoji pulled the door open—
FWOOM!!
A blinding white explosion of light swallowed everything—
The creatures
The darkness
The blood
The screams
The world itself—
All erased in that one flash.
The light consumed Kanoji—
And the episode ends.
EPISODE — 18
THE MONSTER
The white flash faded.
Kanoji opened his eyes—
And something inside him was not the same.
His heartbeat wasn't human anymore.
Each thump sounded like a war gong shaking the earth.
A whisper crawled through his veins:
"My blessing is inside you… become the monster, samurai."
— The Honor King.
Kanoji fell to his knees, gripping his chest as if something enormous was trying to tear its way out.
The ground cracked beneath him.
His vision blurred—
Red.
Black.
Flames.
Bones.
And a throne made of screaming skulls.
Honor King's voice boomed:
"RISE, MY MONSTER."
Kanoji's Monster Form (Honor King's Blessing)
• LEVEL: 10000K
• HP: 999,999,999,999
• DMG: Infinite scaling
• DEF: Reality-bending
• SPEED: Beyond time
• FORM: Monster of the King
AURA — "Abyss Overlord Pressure"
Darkness spills from Kanoji's skin like liquid shadow.
Every breath he takes bends the world around him.
WEAPON — "King's Spine Blade"
A sword formed from the Honor King's own spinal bone.
It hums with voices of dead gods.
ARMOR — "Living Bloodmail"
Armor that pumps like a beating heart.
Every attack he takes, the armor drinks the damage and makes him stronger.
SKILLS UNLOCKED:
• Monster Art: Devour Reality —
Swallows space around him, erasing attacks and matter.
• Abyss Step —
Teleportation between shadows.
• King's Rage —
Doubles power every second.
• Hell Rift —
Opens a hole into Honor King's dimension and drags enemies inside.
• Monster Roar —
A scream that breaks bones, minds, and planets.
THE DEMON ARRIVES
A roar shook the entire realm.
The demon he once fought—
The giant horned beast with molten eyes and wings of rusted metal—
Tore its way out of the darkness.
But this time…
It was bigger.
Stronger.
A final form.
It laughed:
"YOU, SAMURAI? YOU CAN'T WIN—"
Kanoji didn't move.
He simply looked at the demon.
And the demon stepped back.
For the first time in its existence,
it felt fear.
THE FIGHT BEGINS
The demon charged, claws ripping through the ground.
Kanoji vanished.
Abyss Step.
He appeared above the demon's head—
And slammed his monster fist down.
BOOOOM!!!
The shockwave flattened mountains.
The demon flew back like a broken toy, its ribs cracked open.
It roared and released a storm of fire…
But Kanoji walked through the flames untouched, the bloodmail armor drinking every drop.
He whispered:
"…Monster Art."
His aura exploded.
DEVOUR REALITY.
A black hole formed in Kanoji's hand.
The demon's fire, claws, wings, body—
Everything was pulled toward the darkness.
The demon dug its claws into the ground, screaming:
"NO!! NOOO!! YOU CAN'T—"
Kanoji closed his fist.
The demon collapsed into dust.
Not even ashes remained.
Only silence.
AFTER THE FIGHT
Kanoji stood alone in the ruined battlefield, breathing slowly.
His monster form—
Claws, black horns, glowing crimson eyes, and shadowed wings—
Was fading.
But the voice of Honor King echoed inside him:
"Good. You are ready for the next one."
Kanoji's eyes opened—
They were no longer human.
They were the eyes of a monster blessed by a king.
EPISODE — 19
ARISE
The battlefield was silent.
Too silent.
Black dust floated where the demon once existed…
And Kanoji stood in the center of the wasteland, his monster aura still leaking like smoke from burning gods.
Then—
A cold wind twisted around his body.
The Honor King's voice whispered from inside his bones:
"Now… call them."
Kanoji's eyes widened.
A new power awakened inside him—
A power far darker than his monster form.
His shadow began to stretch.
And stretch.
And stretch…
Until it became a massive circle of black void beneath his feet.
The world froze.
Even the wind held its breath.
THE POWER OF SOULS — "ARISE"
A single word echoed from Kanoji's lips:
"…Arise."
The ground trembled.
Rocks floated.
Air cracked.
Time itself bent like bending metal.
Then—
Screams.
Whispers.
Crying.
Laughter.
Countless emotions poured out of the black void as glowing shapes crawled upward.
One by one…
The souls Kanoji had killed began rising.
Not bodies.
Not corpses.
But drifting, glowing spirits made of memory, hatred, sorrow, and rage.
Their voices layered over one another like a broken choir.
"Why did you kill us?"
"You ended our lives…"
"Monster…"
"Samurai…"
"…Master."
Kanoji's aura shook.
The monsters he killed.
The assassins.
The corrupted players.
The shadow beasts.
The nameless creatures.
Every soul he ever took…
Now stood before him.
And they bowed.
All of them.
Their voices united:
"We answer your call…
Monster King."
THE ARMY OF SOULS
Thousands of glowing spirits formed ranks behind him.
Some shaped like warriors.
Some twisted like demons.
Some pure light.
Some pure darkness.
But all loyal.
A swirling spectral army ready to obey.
Kanoji raised a hand.
And the souls lifted their heads in silence.
His voice came out deeper…
Resonating with the Honor King's blessing:
"You died under my blade.
Now rise under my will."
A shockwave of power burst from him.
The souls ignited—
White.
Blue.
Red.
Black.
Gold.
Each one became stronger, sharper, more monstrous.
They were not just souls anymore—
They were weapons.
His weapons.
His army.
THE NEW THREAT
A low rumble shook the dimension.
A massive tear ripped open the sky.
Green fire spilled out.
A giant silhouette stepped through—
Bigger than the demon he killed,
bigger than mountains,
wearing a horned crown made of screaming heads.
Honor King's warning echoed inside Kanoji:
"This one is not like the others…
This one is coming for your throne."
Kanoji stepped forward, raising his Spine Blade.
His soul army roared behind him.
The giant monster laughed:
"YOU THINK YOUR LITTLE SPIRITS CAN STOP ME?"
Kanoji smirked.
"Stop you?
No.
They'll erase you."
He pointed toward the giant.
The army surged like a tsunami.
The episode cuts—
Just before impact.
EPISODE — 20
THE BLIND PLAYER
The sky was still split open from the monster's arrival—
a burning wound leaking green fire across the shattered dimension.
Kanoji stood firm, his spectral army behind him, thousands of awakened souls whispering in unison.
But before the giant could strike…
A single soft tap echoed.
Tok.
A footstep.
Another.
Tok… tok…
The entire battlefield froze.
Even Kanoji's soul army shook.
Because that sound…
didn't belong to a human.
Or a monster.
It belonged to something ancient.
Something forbidden.
Something that shouldn't exist.
The green fire trembled.
The giant monster stopped laughing.
And whispered:
"…No way.
He's here?"
The air turned colder.
Then a voice—calm, cruel, emotionless—drifted from the smoke:
"Too noisy."
A figure walked out of the mist.
Barefoot.
Carrying six sheathed swords across his back.
Eyes completely white.
Blind.
But his presence alone suffocated the world.
He didn't look at Kanoji.
He didn't look at the giant.
He just stood there…
Head slightly tilted…
Listening.
The Blind Player.
LVL 9,000,000 — "The Listener of Death."
A player so powerful he stopped using vision—
because sound alone was enough to kill.
Kanoji's heartbeat echoed once.
The Blind Player smiled.
"Ah.
So you're the new Monster King."
Kanoji tightened his grip on the Spine Blade.
Even he felt pressure—like a storm crushing his skull.
"How did you get here?" Kanoji asked.
The Blind Player stepped forward.
His swords clinked softly… six different metals resonating like a dying bell.
"I heard you call the dead.
I heard them scream."
He lifted his head.
"And I came to silence them."
The soul army roared, ready to strike.
But the Blind Player simply raised a finger.
"Don't breathe."
The entire army froze.
Literally froze.
Time curled around him like a pet obeying its master.
The Blind Player unsheathed one sword.
The ground split from the sound alone.
Kanoji's eyes widened.
"Your aura… it's not from this world."
The Blind Player nodded.
"I belong nowhere.
I belong to silence."
His second sword slid out.
The air thinned.
His third…
The dimension cracked.
By the sixth sword, all six blades merged into one impossible weapon—
a shimmering void blade made from the souls of dead gods.
THE DEAD COMBO — SIX SWORDS IN ONE.
The giant monster finally roared:
"STAY BACK!
STAY AWA—"
He never finished.
SHINK.
A single slash.
No movement.
Just sound.
The giant's skull slid off his body like melting stone.
His body collapsed…
dead before it hit the ground.
The soul army staggered in shock.
Even Kanoji felt his heartbeat stop for a moment.
The Blind Player turned his head toward Kanoji.
His blind eyes stared directly into Kanoji's soul—without seeing.
"Careful, Monster King," he whispered.
"You're strong…
but you're too loud."
Kanoji smirked.
"Is that a threat?"
"No."
The Blind Player sheathed his swords.
"It's a warning."
He stepped into the shadows.
And vanished.
Only his last whisper remained in the broken air:
"When the throne appears…
I will return."
End OF CHAPTER-4