Dark paused, his eyes scanning his surroundings. The world around him was eerily quiet, the aftermath of countless battles etched into the landscape. Trees lay broken, the ground scarred and burnt. Insects buzzed in the distance, a stark contrast to the silence that enveloped him. He turned to his menu, the statistics displayed before him staggering—over 500 million people, creatures, and monsters had fallen by his hand.
Dark: (thinking) What happened to me? What have I become?
His voice, tinged with sorrow and disbelief, broke the silence as he spoke aloud.
Dark: All this anger, rage, and madness... just for strength?
He looked up at the sky, the sun casting a pale light over the desolate scene, memories of his dreams flooding his mind.
Dark: I used to dream of destroying a mountain with a single strike... Now I dream of having a heart... of feeling emotions...
Dark: What have I become? I almost killed my friends...
He dropped to his knees, fists slamming into the ground repeatedly, the earth cracking under the force of his blows.
Dark: What... HAVE I BECOME?!
He glared at the sky, pointing an accusatory finger upward, his voice echoing through the empty landscape.
Dark: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, COSMIC! EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT!
Tears streamed down his face as he sat on the ground, the once mighty warrior now vulnerable, covering his face with his cape.
Dark: What have I become...
Suddenly, the menu opened up, the quest list glowing ominously. Below the completed quests, a new one appeared:
Quest: Divine General Of Zeno, Nen
Objective: 0/1
Rewards:
• Divine General Strength
• 9,500,000,000,000,000.00 XP
• Indomitable Will
Dark looked at the menu, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Dark: Seriously?...
Dark: So I kill more than 500 million beings just to fight him in the end?
His serious expression returned, determination replacing despair.
Dark: (thinking) Well, I have gotten stronger. I'm now level 750 from those 149 guilds.
Dark: (thinking) I think I can. I can do this.
He clenched his fist, the ground beneath him trembling slightly.
Dark: I can do this.
The scene shifted to the Academy Of The Elites. The students were leveling up and training, their efforts evident in the sweat on their brows and the intensity of their movements. They were learning classes, honing their skills under the watchful eyes of their instructors.
Suddenly, a student stood up, his presence commanding attention. He had striking features, sharp eyes, and a confident demeanor. His hair was a deep shade of blue, and he wore the academy's uniform with an air of superiority.
Student: HEYYY!!! TEACHER!!
Tracy, a seasoned instructor, turned to face the student.
Tracy: Yes, Nimpo?
Nimpo: Is this the academy my younger brother attended? You all are pathetic.
Tracy: Who is your younger brother?
Nimpo: His name is Dark. Well, that's what you call him.
The whole class gasped, whispers spreading like wildfire.
Tracy: Yes, this is the school he was in. Now mind yourself and take a seat.
Nimpo walked closer to Tracy, his demeanor growing more confrontational.
Nimpo: Who's ordering me around? I'm royalty.
Nimpo's presence grew more imposing as he glared at Tracy. The atmosphere in the classroom grew tense, students exchanging nervous glances. Just as Tracy was about to respond, a top-class student stood up, his expression defiant.
Student Name: Aric
Title: The Arcane Prodigy
Aric: I don't care who you are. You have no right to disrespect our teacher and this academy.
Nimpo's eyes narrowed, a smirk forming on his lips.
Nimpo: Oh? And who might you be?
Aric stepped forward, his aura radiating immense magical power.
Aric: I am Aric, The Arcane Prodigy. And I won't let you get away with your arrogance.
Without warning, Nimpo's smirk widened into a grin as he raised his hand, summoning a weapon from thin air—a dark, serrated blade that crackled with energy. Aric responded in kind, his hands glowing with a brilliant blue light as he conjured an ethereal staff, shimmering with arcane energy.
Nimpo: Let's see what you've got, prodigy.
The classroom erupted into chaos as the two clashed, their weapons colliding with a resounding boom. Magic crackled and surged around them, the sheer force of their battle causing the walls to tremble. Students scrambled to get out of the way, watching in awe and fear as the two combatants exchanged powerful blows.
Nimpo moved with lightning speed, his blade slashing through the air with deadly precision. Aric parried each strike with his staff, countering with blasts of arcane energy that sent shockwaves through the room. Their movements were a blur, a deadly dance of magic and steel.
Aric: (thinking) He's fast... but I can't let him win!
With a determined shout, Aric unleashed a torrent of arcane missiles, each one homing in on Nimpo with unerring accuracy. Nimpo grinned, deflecting the missiles with ease and closing the distance between them in an instant.
Nimpo: Is that all you've got?
Aric's eyes widened as Nimpo's blade came dangerously close, barely managing to block it with his staff. The impact sent him skidding back, his feet digging into the ground.
Nimpo: You're finished.
Nimpo raised his blade for a final, devastating strike. The air around him crackled with dark energy, the blade humming with lethal intent. Aric braced himself, his mind racing for a way to counter the attack.
But before Nimpo could bring his blade down, a shadowy figure appeared between them, moving with blinding speed. The mysterious figure blocked Nimpo's strike with a bare hand, the force of the blow sending shockwaves through the room.
Nimpo: What the—
The figure remained silent, their face obscured by a black feathered hood. In one swift motion, they struck Nimpo's blade with their other hand, shattering it into countless pieces. The room fell silent, all eyes on the hooded figure.
Aric: Who... who are you?
The figure turned slightly, just enough for Aric to see a pair of piercing eyes beneath the hood. They said nothing, their presence alone exuding an aura of power and authority.
Nimpo: (enraged) Who do you think you are?!
The figure remained silent, their gaze locked onto Nimpo. The tension in the room was palpable, the students and teachers watching with bated breath.
Nimpo: (thinking) This power... who is this person?
The hooded figure slowly lowered their hand, the remnants of Nimpo's blade falling to the ground. They turned and walked towards the door, leaving a stunned silence in their wake.
Nimpo: Don't you dare walk away from me!
Nimpo lunged at the figure, his anger getting the better of him. But before he could reach them, the figure moved with blinding speed, reappearing behind Nimpo in an instant. The sheer speed and precision of their movements left everyone in awe.
Nimpo: What... how...?
The figure remained calm, their presence unshakable. They raised a hand, a wave of dark energy emanating from their fingertips. The energy enveloped Nimpo, immobilizing him in mid-air.
Nimpo: Let me go, you—
The figure's grip tightened, and Nimpo fell silent, struggling against the invisible force. The hooded figure turned to face Tracy, their voice low and commanding.
Figure: This academy deserves respect. Teach him that.
With that, the figure released Nimpo, who collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. The figure turned and walked away, leaving the classroom in stunned silence.
Nimpo: (weakly) Who... who are you?
The figure paused at the doorway, their back still turned to the room.
Figure: Someone you should learn to respect.
With those final words, the figure disappeared into the hallway, leaving a profound impact on everyone present.
The students exchanged looks of shock and amazement, their minds racing with questions. Aric, still catching his breath, turned to Tracy.
Aric: Who was that?
Tracy shook her head, equally baffled.
Tracy: I don't know, but one thing is certain... we just witnessed something extraordinary.
Dark walked downstairs after that, the weight of the encounter heavy on his shoulders. He pushed open the doors and stepped outside, feeling the cool breeze against his skin. He made his way to a bench near the edge of the courtyard, a spot he remembered from his days at the academy. Sitting down, he lowered his hood, revealing his face to the serene surroundings.
The view had changed since his time at the academy. The once bare courtyard was now adorned with vibrant flowerbeds and meticulously trimmed hedges. Majestic trees lined the pathways, their leaves rustling softly in the wind. A small fountain bubbled gently in the center, its waters catching the light and casting a shimmering glow across the cobblestones. Students milled about, some practicing spells, others engaged in sparring matches, and a few simply enjoying the peaceful ambiance.
Dark: (thinking) It's different... yet still the same.
He reclined upon the weathered bench, allowing the serene tableau before him to wash over his senses. In that fleeting instant, he permitted himself the rare indulgence of tranquility, the tautness in his sinews gradually unfurling. His ears were caressed by the distant, jubilant peals of students' laughter interwoven with the delicate symphony of birdsong.
Dark reclined on the weathered bench, watching the students train and enjoy their time together. Their laughter and cheerful banter filled the air, a stark contrast to the silent battles that had defined his recent past. As he observed them, a group of young students approached him, their eyes wide with curiosity and admiration.
Dark's instincts kicked in, and he raised his hands to pull his hood over his face, a reflex born from countless encounters. But then, as he looked at the eager faces of the children, he paused. A smile slowly spread across his face, and he let his hood fall back, revealing his features to them.
Dark: (thinking) Hm, it does not matter anymore.
Student 1: Hello sir, are you Dark?
Dark: Hmm, hey there, kids. Yes, I am Dark.
Dark smiled happily. For so long, he had forgotten what smiling and being happy felt like. The memories of his time at the academy, the camaraderie and the innocent joy, came flooding back. The students, sensing his warmth, gathered even closer, their excitement palpable.
Student 2: Umm, can you tell us a story about you? Or um, something that happened to you in the past?
Dark: Hmm, a story, huh?
Dark pondered for a moment, recalling the numerous adventures and challenges he had faced. His mind drifted to a simpler time, to one of the many lessons he had learned as a young student at the academy.
Dark: (thinking) Should I tell them about Nekros? Or Nature... Sukojo?.... Ahhhh, I don't know....
Then, a particular memory from his early days at the academy came to mind, a time when he had pushed his limits and discovered his potential.
Dark: Alright, gather around. I'll tell you about a time when I was very young, and I realized just how far I could push myself.
The students settled down around him, their eyes wide with anticipation.
Dark: It was one of my first days at the academy. I was still learning the basics and trying to find my place. One day, our instructor set a challenge for us: to run a few miles around the academy grounds. It sounded simple enough, but there was a catch. We had to complete the run in less than two minutes.
Student 3: Less than two minutes? That's impossible!
Dark chuckled, shaking his head.
Dark: It seemed impossible at the time. I remember thinking there was no way I could do it. But then, something inside me clicked. I didn't want to be just another student. I wanted to be the best, to push myself beyond my limits.
He looked at the students, their faces a mixture of awe and curiosity.
Dark: So, I took a deep breath and started running. I felt the wind against my face, the ground moving beneath my feet. At first, it was tough. My legs ached, my lungs burned. But I kept pushing, kept telling myself I could do it.
Student 4: Did you make it?
Dark: Just barely. As I crossed the finish line, I looked at the clock, and it read one minute and fifty-nine seconds. I had done it. I had completed the run in less than two minutes.
The students gasped, their admiration for Dark growing even more.
Student 5: Wow, that's amazing!
Dark: It wasn't just about the run. That day, I learned something important. I learned that we can achieve incredible things if we believe in ourselves and push beyond our limits. It's a lesson that has stayed with me throughout my journey.
He smiled at the students, their enthusiasm and energy reminding him of his younger self.
Dark: So remember, no matter how tough things get, no matter how impossible something seems, never give up. Push yourself, believe in your abilities, and you can achieve anything.
The students nodded, their faces filled with determination and inspiration. Dark watched them with a sense of pride, knowing that they would carry his words with them as they continued their own journeys.
The students began to disperse, heading to their dormitories and common areas as the day turned to evening. The academy grounds grew quieter. Dark remained on the bench, lost in thought, reflecting on the day's events and the memories that had surfaced.
Tracy watched the students leave before turning back to Dark. She walked over and took a seat beside him on the bench. The air was filled with a comfortable silence, the only sound being the gentle rustling of leaves in the evening breeze.
Tracy: Dark, it's been a while.
Dark turned to her, a faint smile on his face.
Dark: Tracy, it's good to see you.
Tracy: You know, the students have been talking about you non-stop since you arrived. You've become quite the legend here.
Dark: (smiling) I didn't come here to be a legend. I just needed a place to reflect.
Tracy: And have you found what you were looking for?
Dark sighed, his gaze drifting to the horizon.
Dark: I don't know. I've gained so much power, but at what cost? I've lost sight of who I am.
Tracy placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, her touch gentle yet firm.
Tracy: Power can be a double-edged sword, Dark. It's important to remember why you sought it in the first place. You wanted to protect those you care about, to make a difference in this world.
Dark: But I've done so much... caused so much destruction.
Tracy: True strength isn't just about power. It's about understanding, compassion, and the will to do what's right. You've made mistakes, but that doesn't define you. What matters is what you do next.
Dark nodded slowly, her words resonating deeply within him.
Dark: You're right. I need to find a balance, to use my strength for good.
Tracy's eyes softened, and she leaned closer to him, her voice becoming tender and warm.
Tracy: Dark, you've done so much already. Without you and your friends, this world would have ended. You deserve to find peace, to forgive yourself.
Dark looked at her, surprised by the depth of her words and the warmth in her gaze. Before he could respond, Tracy leaned in and kissed him gently on the forehead.
Tracy: Thank you for everything you've done.
Dark was completely speechless, gasping in shock. He had faced countless battles and unimaginable horrors, but this simple act of kindness and affection left him utterly stunned.
Dark: (barely able to speak) Tracy, I...
Tracy smiled softly, her eyes filled with understanding.
Tracy: It's alright, Dark. You don't have to say anything. Just know that you are appreciated and that you matter.
Dark took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside him. He finally managed to collect himself and looked at Tracy with a grateful expression.
Dark: Thank you, Tracy. I... I need to go now.
Tracy nodded, her eyes never leaving his.
Tracy: Take care, Dark. And remember, you're always welcome here.
Dark stood up, his mind still reeling from the unexpected turn of events. He gave Tracy one last look before turning and walking away, his steps purposeful yet hesitant. He made his way back into the forest, the shadows swallowing him as he ventured deeper into the woods.
Dark: (thinking) I will find a way to use my power for good. Bout time I start saving than killing.
And with that, Dark embraced the journey that lay ahead, the warmth of Tracy's kiss and her words of encouragement guiding him through the darkness. He moved swiftly through the forest, each step firm and resolute. The shadows seemed to part for him, recognizing his determination.
Dark: (thinking) No more hesitation. I have a mission to complete.
As he ventured deeper into the woods, the sounds of the forest became a distant hum. His mind was focused, his senses sharp. Suddenly, he heard the faint voices of Tier, Leona, Gilmuar, and Cron shouting for help. Their cries pierced the stillness, but Dark's expression remained cold and detached.
Dark: (thinking) They're in trouble again. Typical.
For a moment, he considered ignoring the cries, but Tracy's words lingered in his mind. With a sharp intake of breath, he changed direction and sprinted towards the sound.
The scene shifted to a clearing where Tier, Leona, Gilmuar, and Cron were under attack by a human—an actual player, a living person who was not part of the system. The attacker moved with lethal precision, their blade gleaming in the dim light as they prepared to strike.
Player: Time to end this.
Leona: No!
As the player's blade descended, Dark appeared in front of the attack, his identity concealed by his hood. He blocked the strike with his greatsword and, with blinding speed, dashed forward, piercing the player's chest with a single, powerful thrust. The player gasped, eyes wide with shock, before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
Dark removed his greatsword, wiping the blood off with a swift motion, and holstered it on his back. He turned to face his friends, who were still recovering from the shock of the attack.
Tier: Who are you? Why did you help us again if you're just going to leave?
Leona: Why do you keep saving us?
Gilmuar: Who are you really?
Cron: Answer us!
Dark remained silent for a moment before slowly reaching up to remove his hood. As he pulled it back, his identity was revealed. The sight of his familiar face left them all gasping, their eyes widening in disbelief.
Leona: Dark?! Is that really you?
Gilmuar: How did you get so strong?
Cron: What happened to your eyes?
Tier: You look like you haven't slept in weeks.
Dark's eyes were blackened underneath, as if he had been awake for days, haunted by his thoughts and memories. He took a deep breath, meeting their gazes with a weary but determined look.
Dark: It's me. I've been through a lot, and I've done things I'm not proud of. But I'm here now, and I'll explain everything.
Their eyes remained wide with shock, but they could see the resolve in his eyes, the determination to protect them and make things right.
Dark stood before them, his gaze steady and unwavering.
Dark: I've changed. I've grown stronger, and I won't let anyone harm you.
Leona: But Dark, what happened to you? How did you get this strong?
Dark: I fought. I conquered. I took down 149 guilds and countless enemies. Every battle made me stronger. Every victory brought me closer to my goal.
Gilmuar: Your eyes... You look like you haven't slept for weeks.
Dark: Sleep isn't a priority. Power and protection are.
Cron: What's the plan now, Dark? Are you staying with us?
Dark: I have a mission. There's one last quest I need to complete. After that, we'll see.
Tier: We can help you, Dark. Let us fight by your side.
Dark: No. This is something I need to do alone. Your safety is my priority. Stay here and stay safe.
They all nodded, understanding the finality in his tone. Dark turned away from them, his mind already on the next task at hand.
Dark: (thinking) No more distractions. Time to finish what I started.
Without another word, he walked back into the forest, the shadows closing in around him as he ventured deeper into the unknown.
Dark: (thinking) Nen....Time for payback.
As Dark opened his menu, he saw his level was 1950, his stats nearing their limits—if there were any limits at all.
Dark: With these stats, I will kill him.
As Dark approached Nen's grand cathedral, with its golden, spiky edges, and regal architecture, a figure appeared beside him, walking nonchalantly. It was Sukojo, his arms resting behind his head, wearing his black and white kimono with a relaxed air.
Dark initially ignored him, assuming it was someone else.
Sukojo: You got this, Dark. Don't you dare get killed that's my part and you know that. Kheekheeh.
Dark's eyes widened in shock. He stopped in his tracks, while Sukojo continued walking towards Nen's cathedral.
Sukojo: Come on, kid. Hurry up.
Dark rushed at Sukojo, attempting to punch him, but Sukojo slipped to the right, executing a 360-degree spin while giving Dark a normal, happy smile.
Sukojo: It's okay. I'll help you.
Sukojo made a fist and extended it towards Dark while still walking, his other hand supporting his head. Dark looked at the offered fist and, with a moment of hesitation, fist-bumped him back.
Sukojo: Don't die.
Dark nodded, took out his greatsword, and walked towards the cathedral's large doors. He kicked them down, shattering them entirely. Glancing back, he saw that Sukojo had vanished.
Entering the cathedral, Dark saw Nen sitting on his mighty, golden throne in the distance.
The cathedral's interior was grand and imposing. Tall, arched windows let in shafts of pale light that illuminated the dust swirling in the air. Ornate carvings decorated the walls, depicting scenes of past battles and victories. The floor was polished marble, reflecting the golden hues from the chandeliers hanging high above.
The grand cathedral loomed ominously, its towering pillars reaching towards a vaulted ceiling adorned with intricate stained glass windows that filtered the dim light into a kaleidoscope of colors on the stone floor. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the faint echoes of ancient hymns, creating an atmosphere of eerie reverence and foreboding.
Nen: Ah, I knew thou wouldst slither forth, seeking mine end under the guise of thy hidden quest. How pitiable!
Dark: Shut up.
Nen: Such venom in thy words, dear brother. Hast thy courage dwindled to mere profanity? How droll!
Dark: I'll end you right here and right now, you sickening bastard.
Nen: Bold declarations from one forsaken by his own kin, left to wither and perish. How canst thou speak of ending me when thy own family cast thee aside like refuse? I have lived as a true sovereign, basking in power and glory, whilst thou languish in obscurity. Come, let us see if thy rage can match the strength of a true monarch.
Dark: Keep dreaming, you delusional jerk. You're nothing but a spoiled brat playing king. I'm going to end your pathetic reign right now.
With a movement as swift and fluid as a wraith, Nen vanished from his position, reappearing before Dark with his blade aimed directly at Dark's chest. The sound of clashing metal reverberated through the cavernous hall as Sukojo's nails and fingers intercepted the deadly strike. Blood sprayed from Nen's mouth as he coughed, visibly shaken by the unexpected intervention.
Sukojo gazed at Nen with a look of utter disdain, his expression one of disgust.
Sukojo: Pffft, you look ugly. Dipshit.
Nen's eyes widened in shock, his formidable aura suddenly diminished, rendering him almost foolish. Dark could see the veins in Nen's neck bulging, his face contorted into a grotesque mask of rage and disbelief.
Sukojo: What did you just say to Dark?
Nen (thinking): I sensed Dark approaching my cathedral, but this... man? Who is this? Not that's not the question....How did he suddenly appear? From where?
Nen (thinking): It seems this man possesses speed far greater than mine. Attacking would surely spell my own demise...
Nen (thinking): What course should I take? Feign cooperation? Face them both? Nay...
Nen (thinking): I would surely perish attempting such folly.
Nen: Tch, very well, I shall lower my blade.
Sukojo: Very, very, very good choice of actions. Well done.
Sukojo began to clap slowly, his smile tainted with mockery.
Sukojo: Oh, go on, please. Fight. Entertain me.
Sukojo sauntered past Nen, stopping to whisper in his ear.
Sukojo (whispering): Kill him, and I'll eat you alive. Pathetic puppet.
Sukojo continued his leisurely stroll and then seated himself upon Nen's throne, a gesture dripping with utmost disrespect. The throne itself was a grandiose structure, ornately carved and draped in rich fabrics, now defiled by Sukojo's insolent presence.
Nen (whispering): Dark? ...Who in the infernal depths is this stranger?
Dark (whispering): That is Sukojo.
Nen's eyes widened further in sheer disbelief. He turned slowly, his gaze locking onto Sukojo, who now perched upon the ruin of the throne. The wall above had crumbled, and Sukojo sat there, feasting on one of Nen's strongest guards, blood dripping from his lips, staining his kimono a dark crimson.
Nen: What... infernal madness is this?
Sukojo shouted from his vantage, ensuring his voice reached them.
Sukojo: Sorry, I needed a good view of the fight, so I decided to sit up here. Don't mind me.
Nen (thinking): This dolt... couldn't even grace the throne with his presence. Ugh, very well. This will be a formidable task.
Nen retreated a few steps, readying his blade with a sense of determination and grim resolve. The light from the stained glass cast eerie patterns on his face, highlighting his steely expression.
Dark holstered his greatsword and looked at Nen, a devious smile playing on his lips.
Nen: What mischief dost thou plot?
Dark: Can I ask you a question before we start?
Nen: Aye, speak thy question.
Dark: What were my father and mother like?
Nen: Hahahahaha, thy mother did detest thee from the moment thou wert born, believing thou wert destined for greatness.
Nen: And thy father? He did abhor thee whilst thou still dwelt within thy mother's womb. He sensed only failure in thy future. Such is the harsh truth of thy lineage.
Rage coursed through Dark's veins, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. With a primal roar, he launched himself at Nen, his movements a blur of fury. Dark's fists moved with inhuman speed, delivering an onslaught of punches so rapid that they became a continuous flurry of blurred motion. Each strike was a testament to his pent-up anger, delivering between two thousand and five hundred thousand punches in what seemed like an instant.
The force of his assault created shockwaves that rippled through the air, the sheer speed causing his arms to appear as mere streaks of light. Nen, caught off guard by the intensity, struggled to keep up with the barrage. He raised his arms to block, but the relentless assault pushed him back, each punch landing with a bone-jarring impact.
The cathedral's ancient stones shook, dust and debris falling from the high vaulted ceiling. The stained glass windows rattled, casting fractured rainbows across the scene of the titanic struggle. Nen's expression shifted from mocking amusement to grim determination as he tried to counter the relentless barrage.
Nen (thinking): Such power... whence hath he summoned this strength?
Despite his efforts, Nen was forced to give ground, his feet scraping against the stone floor. The magical wards and runes that adorned the cathedral walls flickered under the strain of the tremendous energy being unleashed. Dark's eyes burned with unyielding resolve, his every punch fueled by the pain of his past and the desire to overcome his tormentor.
Suddenly, Nen's form shimmered, and with a burst of speed, he disappeared from the immediate vicinity of Dark's onslaught, reappearing several feet away, his breathing heavy. His once pristine appearance was now marred by bruises and blood.
Nen: Verily, thou hast impressed me... thy strength hath grown far beyond mine expectations. Yet, mere power shall not avail thee in overcoming me.
Dark, panting heavily from the exertion, fixed Nen with a steely glare, his fists still trembling with rage.
Dark: I don't care about your strength or arrogance. I'll tear down every lie, every ounce of your pride, until nothing remains but the truth of my power.
Nen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a dark smile spreading across his face.
Nen: So be it, brother. Let us see whose resolve shall falter first.
Sukojo (from a distance): Is this truly your best, Dark? I'm hardly entertained. Come now, show me the fury that dwells within you.
Sukojo lounged casually, watching the battle with an air of innocent amusement, though his words dripped with malevolence.
Sukojo: You two fight like children. Is this all the vaunted strength of the royal bloodline? Ha!
With that, the battle continued, both combatants pushing themselves beyond their limits, their movements a dance of power and skill amidst the ancient, echoing halls of the cathedral.
Sukojo (laughing): Surely, you can do better. Or perhaps you're both content to play at warriors?
Dark (thinking): All the leveling and increasing my stats have paid off. I've barely lost any stamina, and he's losing focus. I might actually win this.
Nen (thinking): Hahaha, this fool is naught but a waste of breath. I shall now unleash mine true power and end his pitiful existence. I have indulged this charade for far too long. Once this failure is vanquished, I shall turn mine wrath upon that insignificant wretch yonder.
Nen's yellow aura flared brightly, illuminating the entire cathedral in a radiant glow. His eyes blazed with fierce determination as he raised his blade, summoning an immense surge of energy. Dark braced himself, his dark aura intensifying as he prepared for the oncoming assault.
Nen: Prepare thyself, brother. Thou shalt witness the true might of my power!
With a roar, Nen unleashed a devastating wave of yellow energy that surged toward Dark like a tidal wave. Dark responded by summoning a vortex of pure darkness, the two forces colliding in a cataclysmic explosion that shook the very foundations of the cathedral.
The impact sent both brothers flying backward, crashing into the ancient stone walls. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring their vision, but neither was willing to relent. Dark emerged from the cloud of dust, his eyes burning with resolve, while Nen stood tall, his form glowing with an otherworldly radiance.
Sukojo (mockingly): Oh, this is much better! Show me the fury of your souls! Or is this all you can muster?
Dark charged forward, his fists cloaked in darkness, striking with relentless precision. Nen met him head-on, his blade weaving a deadly pattern of light. Each blow they exchanged sent shockwaves through the air, the force of their clash reverberating through the cathedral.
Dark: I will not fall. Not to you, not to anyone. I'll prove my strength here and now!
Nen: Thou art a mere shadow, destined to be eclipsed by mine light!
Their battle intensified, each brother pushing themselves to the very limit. Dark's strikes were swift and brutal, while Nen's attacks were precise and overwhelming. The air around them crackled with raw energy, the ground beneath their feet cracking and shattering under the strain of their immense power.
Sukojo (smirking): Is this truly the extent of your power? Come now, entertain me! Show me something truly spectacular!
Ignoring Sukojo's taunts, the brothers continued their fierce exchange. Dark's movements became a blur as he channeled all his energy into a single, powerful strike. Nen responded in kind, summoning a beam of radiant yellow light from his blade to meet Dark's attack.
The resulting collision created a massive shockwave that blasted through the cathedral, sending fragments of stone and glass flying in all directions. Both fighters were thrown back, but they quickly regained their footing, their eyes locked in a fierce glare.
Dark: I don't care how strong you are, Nen. I'm not backing down.
Nen: Then come, brother. Let us see whose resolve shall falter first.
The battle raged on, each strike and counterstrike echoing through the cathedral like thunder. The very air seemed to vibrate with their power, the ancient structure barely able to contain the sheer force of their clash. And all the while, Sukojo watched with a gleeful smile, delighting in the spectacle of their unyielding fury.
Sukojo (laughing): Ah, this is more like it! Show me your true power! Entertain me with your might!
Dark and Nen clashed with renewed intensity, their energies colliding with an earth-shattering force. The cathedral walls trembled, and the stained glass windows shattered, sending colorful shards raining down like deadly confetti. The floor beneath them cracked and buckled, struggling to bear the weight of their immense power.
Nen: Prepare thyself, brother. Thou shalt witness the true might of my power!
With a roar, Nen unleashed a devastating wave of yellow energy that surged toward Dark like a tidal wave. Dark responded by summoning the Mist of Darkness, enveloping himself in an impenetrable shroud of shadow. The two forces collided in a cataclysmic explosion that shook the very foundations of the cathedral.
The impact sent both brothers flying backward, crashing into the ancient stone walls. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring their vision, but neither was willing to relent. Dark emerged from the cloud of dust, his eyes burning with resolve, while Nen stood tall, his form glowing with an otherworldly radiance.
Dark charged forward, his fists cloaked in darkness, striking with relentless precision. Each punch was a blur, moving faster than the eye could follow. Nen met him head-on, his blade weaving a deadly pattern of light. Sparks flew with each clash of their powers, the force of their strikes sending shockwaves through the air.
Dark swung a left hook, which Nen parried with his blade, the impact creating a burst of energy. Dark spun around, delivering a powerful kick to Nen's midsection. Nen slid back, his feet leaving deep grooves in the stone floor. He countered with a swift slash, aiming for Dark's shoulder, but Dark ducked and rolled, narrowly avoiding the strike.
Dark: I will not fall. Not to you, not to anyone. I'll prove my strength here and now!
Nen: Thou art a mere shadow, destined to be eclipsed by mine light!
Nen dashed forward, his blade glowing with an intense yellow light. He swung downwards, aiming to cleave Dark in two. Dark crossed his arms, summoning a barrier of darkness to block the attack. The force of Nen's strike shattered the barrier, but Dark sidestepped and retaliated with an uppercut, sending Nen sprawling.
Despite his bravado, Dark found himself struggling against Nen's relentless assault. Each strike from Nen's blade seemed to sap his strength, driving him to his knees. Nen's yellow aura blazed brighter, a sign of his impending victory.
Nen: 'Tis over, brother. Thy resistance is futile.
As Nen raised his blade to deliver the final blow, Dark, bruised and battered, whispered with all his remaining strength.
Dark: Yokina Du Tu.
Instantly, the entire area was engulfed in a blinding flash of red and black. The air crackled with dark energy, and the ground beneath them trembled violently. Dark's form began to change, his body enveloped in a swirling vortex of shadow and crimson light. His eyes glowed with a demonic fire, and his strength surged to unimaginable levels.
Nen: What sorcery is this?
Dark rose from the ground, transformed into his half-demon form. His aura now a terrifying mix of darkness and red, exuding raw, unrestrained power. The very air seemed to tremble in his presence.
Dark: I told you, Nen. I'm not backing down.
With newfound strength, Dark launched himself at Nen with incredible speed. His fists, now wreathed in dark flames, struck with such force that Nen struggled to keep up. Each blow landed with the power of a thousand strikes, sending shockwaves that shattered the remaining pillars of the cathedral.
Dark delivered a devastating right hook, which Nen barely managed to block. The impact sent Nen skidding across the floor, but he quickly regained his footing and countered with a series of rapid slashes. Dark weaved through the attacks, his movements a blur of speed and agility.
Sukojo (clapping): Oh, splendid! A true display of power! But can you maintain it, Dark? Or will you falter like the rest?
Nen, now on the defensive, found himself pushed back by Dark's relentless assault. His yellow aura flickered under the barrage of strikes, each one more powerful than the last. Dark's demonic form granted him unparalleled strength, speed, and endurance, making him a nearly unstoppable force.
Dark unleashed a flurry of punches, each one faster and more powerful than the last. Nen's blade moved to parry, but he could barely keep up with the onslaught. Dark's fists connected with Nen's chest, sending him crashing into the wall.
Dark: I don't care how strong you are, Nen. I'm not backing down.
Nen: Then come, brother. Let us see whose resolve shall falter first.
The clash between them intensified, their energies creating a maelstrom of light and darkness. The cathedral, now in ruins, could barely contain the ferocity of their battle. The ground beneath them cracked and shattered, and the very air seemed to vibrate with their power.
Sukojo (laughing): Truly, you are both worthy adversaries. But is there no end to this struggle? Show me the pinnacle of your power, or shall I intervene and end this myself?
Dark and Nen, fueled by their mutual animosity and desire to prove their strength, fought with renewed vigor. Their energies clashed and intertwined, creating a mesmerizing display of light and darkness. The cathedral, now in ruins, stood as a testament to their unyielding will and the epic nature of their battle.
As the struggle continued, it became evident that neither brother would easily concede. Their determination and resilience seemed boundless, and the outcome of their struggle remained uncertain. And through it all, Sukojo's mocking laughter echoed, a constant reminder of the sinister force observing their every move.
Nen: Thou hast proven a formidable foe, brother. But now, I shall show thee the true breadth of mine power.
Nen's yellow aura flared with an otherworldly intensity, and the very fabric of reality around him began to warp and twist. He raised his blade, and with a single slash, tore open the dimensions themselves. Portals to other universes and realms of existence swirled around them, each one a gateway to unimaginable power.
Nen: Behold, brother! The infinite might of the cosmos is mine to command!
With a gesture, Nen summoned the power of entire galaxies, stars, and cosmic energies. The air shimmered with the brilliance of a thousand suns as he directed this power toward Dark. Planets and celestial bodies materialized and were hurled at Dark with the force of collapsing universes.
Dark (thinking): This is insane... he's basically breaking through the fabric of reality with ease. MEANING I CANT GIVE UP NO MATTER WHAT.
Dark: Mist...Of Darkness...
Dark, battered and bruised, stood his ground. As Nen's cosmic onslaught rained down upon him, he summoned the Mist of Darkness, enveloping himself in an impenetrable shroud. The celestial bodies disintegrated upon contact with the mist, but the sheer force of Nen's power pushed Dark to the edge.
Nen: Thy resistance is futile, brother. I shall shatter the very verse of thy existence, HELL TO YOU AND A CRISIS FOR EVER DARK!!!!
Nen's blade glowed with the light of a billion stars as he slashed through the fabric of the Pre Crisis Verse. The very universe Dark hailed from began to fracture, pieces of reality crumbling into the void.
Dark felt the pull of the collapsing universe, but he fought back with every ounce of strength he had left. As the universe around him shattered, he felt a surge of adrenaline and determination. His vision sharpened, and his movements became fluid and precise.
Dark (thinking): This is it...I can feel it.....
Dark's aura shifted, his movements becoming a blur of darkness and shadow. His strikes were no longer just physical; they resonated with the very fabric of the cosmos. He could feel the Constant Flow, a state where his power was limitless, his potential boundless.
Nen: Thou shalt not escape mine wrath! I shall obliterate thee once and for all!
Nen summoned the full force of his cosmic power, beyond what we have seen, preparing to deliver a final, devastating blow. The space around them twisted and contorted as the energy built up, ready to unleash annihilation.
Sukojo (smiling): Oh, this is truly fascinating. But I think it's time to put an end to this little game.
Just as Nen's blade descended upon Dark, Sukojo intervened with blinding speed. He appeared between them, his presence instantly halting the cosmic onslaught. With a swift and powerful kick, he struck Nen in the head, sending him crashing into a distant wall. In the same fluid motion, he kicked Dark with equal force, stopping his momentum.
Sukojo: Enough, both of you. This has gone far enough. You idiot just shattered the whole verse and you Dark...
Sukojo: Have just awakened the Constant Flow State. Khaakhaaakhaaa, Keep it up. But.
The sudden intervention left both Dark and Nen reeling. Sukojo's smile was one of malevolent amusement, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. The cathedral, or what remained of it, was eerily silent, the echoes of their battle still lingering in the air.
Sukojo: You both have entertained me well, but now it's time to bring this to a close end.
Nen, trying to breathe, was exhausted but ready to keep going. Dark, equally exhausted but silent, looked at Nen and Sukojo, his eyes widened as if he hadn't slept for years. His eyes were black and red, swirling like a demon's.
Dark (thinking): I can kill him. I can kill him. I CAN FUCKING KILL HIM RIGHT NOW!!!
Dark looked at Sukojo and raised his middle finger.
Sukojo: Eh?
Dark: I could've killed him... and finished the quest...
Dark: I could've also leveled up... and gained more power...
Sukojo: OI! It's not about strength or power, you idiot. Look at yourself, you're losing your humanity, you fuckin' dipshit.
Dark: Tch...
Sukojo stepped forward, his demeanor shifting from mocking to stern.
Sukojo: Listen to me, Dark. You think this is just about killing and gaining power? You're spiraling into madness. The quest, the power, it's consuming you.
Dark: Shut up, Sukojo. You're just mocking me, like you always do. You don't care about me or my humanity.
Sukojo: Mocking you? I've seen countless warriors fall into the same trap. You think I'm lying? Look at Nen! He's become a shell, driven by power and hatred. Is that what you want to become?
Dark's eyes flared with anger, the demonic glow intensifying.
Dark: Don't compare me to him. I'm nothing like Nen.
Sukojo: But you're on the same path, Dark. The Constant Flow, the Awakening Phase.
Sukojo takes a quick pause.
Sukojo: It's powerful, but it's also dangerous. It strips away your soul, your very essence. You'll become a monster, no better than the beings you fight.
Dark: Lies! You don't understand. You've never been in my shoes. This is the only way to survive, to win!
Sukojo's face softened, a rare glimpse of genuine concern breaking through his usual facade.
Sukojo: Dark, I've seen it all. I've lived through the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of stars. I've seen the strongest warriors crumble because they couldn't let go of their pride. Don't let that be your fate.
Dark clenched his fists, the internal conflict evident in his eyes. The swirling black and red fought against the remnants of his humanity.
Dark: You're wrong. I can control it. I have to.
Sukojo: And what if you can't? What if you become the very thing you hate? Power isn't everything, Dark. It's how you use it, how you control it, that defines you.
Dark turned away, the struggle within him tearing at his soul. He wanted to believe Sukojo, but the lust for power, the desire to prove himself, was overwhelming.
Dark: I don't need your advice, Sukojo. You've always been a manipulator, a deceiver. I'm not falling for it.
As Dark turned to leave, Sukojo appeared in front of him with blinding speed. Dark, filled with frustration and rage, swung a powerful punch at Sukojo. Sukojo allowed the hit to connect, his face turning to the left and a bit of his body shifting with the impact. Dark, emboldened, tried again, swinging from hand to hand, left and right.
Sukojo took each hit, his head snapping from side to side. Then, as Dark landed a particularly powerful punch, Sukojo grabbed his fist mid-strike. The grip was vice-like, and Dark could hear the sound of bones cracking and breaking.
Dark: (gritting his teeth) Let go!
Dark used his other hand to try and break free, but Sukojo moved swiftly, kicking Dark in the forehead with a powerful front kick. The force of the kick sent Dark stumbling back, but Sukojo wasn't finished. He followed up with a series of precise and brutal martial arts moves:
A spinning roundhouse kick to Dark's side. Then a back kick aimed at Dark's stomach. Into a jump front kick connecting with Dark's chest. And a final roundhouse kick to Dark's head.
Sukojo's movements were fluid and deadly, each kick connecting with bone-shattering force. The final blow sent Dark hurtling backward, crashing into the ground near Nen's feet.
Dark lay there, gasping for breath, the pain coursing through his body. Nen, still recovering from his own exertion, looked down at Dark with a mixture of disdain and curiosity.
Sukojo stepped forward, his demeanor unusually solemn. He knelt beside Dark, looking him in the eyes with a rare sincerity.
Sukojo: Dark, do you remember who you were before all of this? Before the quests, the battles, the power struggles?
Dark's eyes, still glowing with the remnants of his demonic transformation, flickered with a hint of recognition.
Sukojo: You were a child of nature, thriving in the wilderness. You lived in harmony with the world around you. You helped others, protected the weak, and found joy in the simple things.
Dark's breathing steadied as Sukojo's words penetrated the haze of pain and anger. Memories of his childhood began to surface—running through the forests, feeling the earth beneath his feet, and the sense of peace that came from living in balance with nature.
Sukojo: Remember the boy who once found happiness in the song of birds and the rustling of leaves? The young man who helped those in need, expecting nothing in return?
Dark's eyes softened, the demonic glow dimming. He remembered the countless times he had aided strangers, the gratitude in their eyes, and the sense of fulfillment it brought him.
Sukojo: You've strayed far from that path, Dark. Power has consumed you, driven you to the brink of madness. But it's not too late to turn back. To find the part of you that you've lost.
Tears welled up in Dark's eyes as the weight of Sukojo's words hit him. He remembered the innocence, the purity of his younger self, and how far he had fallen.
Sukojo: Power is fleeting, but the impact you have on others, the good you do, that is eternal. You can still be the hero you once dreamed of being. The one who fights for justice, not out of rage or ambition, but out of love and compassion.
Sukojo: But of course we are going to have to fight if you do so. Not as a hero versus villain but as two different beings trying to reach their goals.
Dark closed his eyes, the memories flooding back. He saw himself as a child, carefree and kind-hearted, and then as a young man, determined to make the world a better place. The contrast with who he had become was stark and painful.
Sukojo: It's your choice, Dark. Continue down this path of destruction, or find your way back to who you truly are. The boy who loved the world and wanted to protect it.
Dark's tears flowed freely now, the realization of his descent into darkness crashing down on him. He had lost sight of what truly mattered, consumed by the quest for power.
Dark (whispering): I... I remember.
Sukojo placed a hand on Dark's shoulder, his expression softening.
Sukojo: Do you remember when Nature discovered you had a second soul living within you?
Dark: Y-yeah... that was you...
Sukojo: Yes, it was me. I once tried to unleash destruction upon the earth, but it was you who stopped me. At the moment I lost control, I was on the verge of annihilating the entire world.
Sukojo pulls Dark closer to him, his expression intense.
Sukojo: YOU PREVENTED ME FROM KILLING BILLIONS OF PEOPLE!
Sukojo: And do you know what else?
Dark: What...?
Sukojo: You, of all people. Back then, you were barely a threat to a small village. And now look at you—standing toe-to-toe with Nen, a Divine General.
Sukojo: Because of you, Dark, I've transformed. I went from being a cold-blooded monster to becoming a man capable of kindness.
Sukojo: Because of you, I no longer feel the need to destroy or hurt anyone.
Sukojo: So stand up and recognize what you've achieved. Appreciate yourself for the incredible journey you've undertaken.
Dark, with a newfound sense of clarity and purpose, struggled to his feet. His body ached, but there was a renewed determination in his eyes. He looked at Sukojo, seeing him not just as an adversary or a manipulator, but as someone who genuinely understood the struggles he faced.
Dark: (thinking) Maybe... maybe he's right. Maybe there's more to this than just power and fighting.
Dark: (quietly) Thank you, Sukojo.
Sukojo: Don't thank me yet. Your journey is far from over. But now, you're on the right path.
As Dark stood there, contemplating his next move, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The remnants of the cathedral shuddered, and a low, ominous rumble filled the air. Dark and Nen exchanged wary glances, their senses heightened.
Suddenly, Nen's yellow aura flared once more, his resolve to continue the battle unshaken. He summoned his cosmic energy, the power of entire galaxies swirling around him.
Nen: Thou shalt not escape mine wrath, brother. Our conflict is far from over!
Dark, tapping into the Constant Flow and Awakening Phase, readied himself. His eyes glowed with dark and red light, his fists clenching with newfound strength and purpose.
Dark: Bring it on, Nen. I'm ready for you.
The air crackled with energy as they prepared to clash once more. Just as their powers were about to collide, a blinding light enveloped the entire area, erasing everything in its path. The very fabric of the verse and all realities was torn apart, dissolving into nothingness.
For a moment, there was absolute void, a silence beyond comprehension. Then, as if time itself reversed, the universe and all realities began to reconstruct themselves. The cathedral reformed, piece by piece, as if it had never been destroyed. The air shimmered with an ethereal glow, and standing in the center was Cosmic, his presence both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
Cosmic's entrance was beyond destruction, an event that defied all understanding. His very presence seemed to bend the laws of reality, and yet, when everything returned to normal, he stood there with a calm, almost indifferent expression on his face.
Dark, Nen, and Sukojo stood in stunned silence, their previous conflict momentarily forgotten. The power and magnitude of Cosmic's arrival left them speechless.
Cosmic looked at them all with a normal, unreadable expression.
Sukojo: Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me.
Nen knelt down to the ground, lowering his head almost to the floor in a gesture of profound submission, while Dark's lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes a tempest of black and red, swirling like a demonic maelstrom.
Sukojo (thinking): Who?... Wait a second... Isn't that Cosmic's vessel that Cosmic used to stop me back then?
Sukojo (thinking): What is he doing here? And why is Nen kneeling to him?? What's going on?
Suddenly, Cosmic took a step forward. The mere act of placing his foot on the ground shattered the entire world into an expanse of void, only to reverse itself back to reality in an instant. The force was so overwhelming that Sukojo, Nen, and Dark nearly lost their footing. With each step Cosmic took, the universe trembled, fractured, and then restored itself as if time and space bowed to his very will.
Cosmic then turned his gaze to Sukojo, and in that instant, Sukojo's entire body and existence exploded into nothingness. But almost immediately, his body began to regenerate at an atomic level, reconstructing itself with alarming speed. As his form reassembled, Sukojo began walking towards Cosmic, his expression a mix of annoyance and challenge.
Sukojo: Aaah, kindness, what a joke. I did not even attack ya, you fuckin' shitface.
With a sudden burst of speed, Sukojo vanished, reappearing behind Cosmic. But before he could make a move, he was sliced, dismembered, and decapitated by an invisible force, his body reduced to pieces. Yet, the pieces began to pull themselves together, regenerating with relentless determination. Cosmic stood still, his face impassive, completely ignoring Sukojo's provocations.
Sukojo (regenerating): What's the matter, Cosmic? Too high and mighty to acknowledge little ol' me?
Sukojo's body reassembled itself with alarming speed, each atom snapping back into place. He grinned, clearly enjoying the challenge, his eyes glinting with both irritation and amusement.
Sukojo: You know, it's quite rude to ignore someone who's trying to have a conversation with you.
Cosmic's silence remained unbroken, his gaze unwavering. His presence alone was enough to reshape reality, a stark reminder of the power that lay beyond the comprehension of even the most powerful beings in existence.
Sukojo, undeterred by the lack of response, launched himself at Cosmic with a ferocity that defied belief. His fists moved faster than light, each punch carrying the destructive force of collapsing stars. The ground beneath them cracked and splintered, shockwaves rippling outwards and disintegrating everything in their path.
Sukojo: Let's see how long you can ignore this!
He delivered a barrage of strikes, each one capable of obliterating entire galaxies. The sheer power of his attacks distorted the space around them, creating rifts in the fabric of reality. Yet, Cosmic stood still, his expression unchanged, as if Sukojo's efforts were mere trifles.
Sukojo (thinking): What is he thinking of that makes me unworthy of his time? Why isn't he reacting?
Sukojo intensified his assault, his movements a blur of energy and power. He summoned meteors from the void, hurling them with deadly precision. He conjured black holes, hoping to trap Cosmic in their inescapable grasp. But each attempt was met with the same indifferent silence.
Cosmic took a step forward, the impact of his footfall causing the universe to shatter and reform once more. Sukojo staggered, the sheer force of Cosmic's presence nearly overwhelming him.
Sukojo: (gasping) Damn it, Cosmic! What's your game? What do you want from us?
Still, Cosmic remained silent, his thoughts an enigma. He seemed to be contemplating something far beyond the understanding of those present. His gaze held a depth that hinted at knowledge and power unfathomable.
Sukojo's frustration grew. He unleashed a beam of energy that could have annihilated entire dimensions, but it dissipated harmlessly against the barrier of Cosmic's will.
Sukojo: (yelling) Answer me, Cosmic!
In a final, desperate move, Sukojo gathered all his energy into a single, devastating attack. His body glowed with an intense light as he channeled the power of supernovas and the fury of the cosmos. He launched himself at Cosmic, the force of his attack tearing through space and time itself.
But just as he was about to make contact, Cosmic raised a hand. The world around them paused, frozen in an instant of absolute stillness. The energy of Sukojo's attack dissipated into nothingness, absorbed by the void.
Cosmic took another step, and the universe shattered and reformed once more. Sukojo fell to his knees, gasping for breath, his body struggling to regenerate from the sheer exhaustion of his efforts.
Sukojo (thinking): What... what does he want? Why won't he react?
Cosmic's gaze finally shifted to Sukojo, a look of profound indifference in his eyes. The silence was deafening, the weight of his presence suffocating.
The cathedral, now a mere backdrop to the cosmic confrontation, stood eerily still. Dark and Nen watched, helpless and awestruck, as the scene unfolded. They could feel the immense power radiating from Cosmic, a force that made even the mightiest of their abilities seem insignificant.
Sukojo's relentless attacks had been in vain, a testament to the unfathomable power of Cosmic. Yet, the question remained: what was he thinking? What did he want?
End Of Arc 1.