The moment the Mark of the Blood Realm fully formed on Krrish's hand—
The entire Blood Realm froze.
The wind stopped, as if the realm itself had forgotten how to breathe.
The sky deepened into a terrifying shade of crimson, and from the depths of the land rose an overwhelming pressure—
A pressure capable of crushing not just bodies,
but souls.
BOOM—
A single, heavy step echoed.
The ground shook violently.
Cracks spread across the land like veins.
The endless Sea of Blood parted.
From within it emerged a colossal figure.
Blood-energy surged violently from his body, rolling across the land in massive waves, as though the entire realm moved according to his will.
With every passing second, his power continued to rise.
He was—
The Demon King of Blood.
His voice thundered across the Blood Realm.
"This place is mine!"
"I am the ruler of the Blood Realm!"
His words carried centuries of arrogance—
the echoes of countless massacres.
But then—
A cold, deep voice spoke from behind.
"…Ruler?"
The Black Dragon stepped forward.
The Demon King turned.
There was no fear in the dragon's eyes.
No hesitation.
Only undeniable truth.
"You were never able to defeat me," the dragon said calmly.
"And you never obtained the Key."
He took another step forward.
"To rule a realm, one must acquire certain sacred proofs."
His voice hardened.
"And you failed to obtain even one of them."
A pause.
"So tell me—
how can you call yourself the master of this place?"
Silence fell upon the Blood Realm.
Then—
The Demon King of Blood burst into laughter.
His laugh shook the sky and made the land tremble.
"Because I am the ruler!"
"I am the master of this realm!"
He struck his chest with pride.
"I am—
the Demon King of Blood!"
His gaze shifted, locking directly onto Krrish.
"If you want to become the ruler—"
"Then fight me!"
Krrish smiled faintly.
"…Alright," he said calmly.
"Let's begin."
The First Death of a Demon King
In the next instant—
The Demon King unleashed his full power.
Blood spears rained from the sky.
Waves of blood rose like towering mountains.
Crimson storms swept across the land, seeking to devour everything.
Not one.
Not two.
Not three.
Thousands of attacks.
The Blood Realm stood on the brink of annihilation.
And yet—
Not a single strike touched Krrish.
He stood there.
Calm.
Unmoving.
Unshaken.
As if the destruction around him did not exist.
He laughed softly.
"This is your power?"
"…That's far too weak."
For the first time—
Fear appeared in the Demon King's eyes.
Then—
Krrish took a single step forward.
Just one attack.
No incantation.
No roar.
No display of force.
But with that single strike—
The sky split apart.
The land shattered into fragments.
The Sea of Blood evaporated.
The Demon King of Blood did not even have time to react.
His existence collapsed.
No body remained.
No ashes.
No soul.
It was as if he had never existed.
A deep, heavy silence fell upon the Blood Realm.
Then—
An ancient, decisive voice echoed throughout the land.
"We have chosen our ruler."
The blood-energy bowed.
A regal aura enveloped Krrish.
The Black Dragon fell to his knees.
"Master…"
"The Blood Realm has accepted you."
High above, a massive blood symbol appeared in the sky—
A primordial contract.
Pain surged through Krrish's body.
But he did not falter.
A new symbol formed upon his chest.
The voice echoed once more.
"The Blood Realm shall grant you power…"
"But in return…"
"You must choose war."
Krrish spoke calmly.
"If that is the price…"
"Then I accept it."
The Throne Hall of Darkness
Far away, beyond countless realms—
The throne hall of darkness trembled.
The Demon Emperor sat silently upon his vast obsidian throne, his mere presence bending shadows into submission.
His eyes opened.
"The Blood Realm has accepted him…"
A faint smile appeared.
"So it's true…"
"That human is no longer just human."
He rested his chin against his hand.
"Let him grow…"
His smile turned cruel.
"Because when he reaches his peak—"
"That is when breaking him will bring the greatest pleasure."
Final Scene — The Awakening of Something Worse
Krrish walked toward the darkest path of the Blood Realm.
Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the land itself was resisting him.
The moment his foot touched the ground—
The earth split open.
A deep, ancient crack tore through the land, stretching endlessly into the darkness below.
From within the abyss—
A terrifying roar erupted.
The entire realm shook.
The Key Fragment began to glow violently, pulsing like a living heart.
Behind him, the Black Dragon stiffened.
"Master…"
"…It has awakened."
The darkness below shifted.
Something vast stirred.
Slowly—
Two enormous eyes opened.
And then—
A smile.
"So this is him…"
"…that human…"
Elsewhere — The Realm of Anger
In a realm where the sky burned endlessly and the land was cracked by eternal rage—
A throne of shattered stone exploded.
The Demon King of Anger rose.
His fury scorched the world.
"That fool of Blood…" he growled.
"I wanted that human to die in the weakest realm."
His fists clenched.
"I wanted him erased."
Thunder split the sky.
"But he survived."
A twisted smile formed.
"He killed a Demon King."
"So be it."
"If the weakest realm failed…"
"I will go myself."
"Now he will learn what true wrath is."
Back in the Blood Realm
Krrish stood still.
For a brief moment—
A chill passed through him.
Not fear.
Not danger.
But awareness.
Somewhere far away—
Two forces had begun to move.
One, hunting him under the Demon Emperor's command.
The other, driven by pure rage—
coming to destroy him personally.
And standing at the center of it all—
Was Krrish.
Unaware that the death of one Demon King
had awakened something far worse.
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TO BE CONTINUED…