(Faluni's POV)
Finally. After everything—betrayal, sacrifice, blood—I would see it.
My beautiful monster.
The one they promised . The one that would burn this hypocritical city to ash. I could already imagine it—flas licking the skyline, screams carried on the wind, the world crumbling as sothing beyond human howled through the smoke.
My hand tightened around the sword. Crimson and black, the blade pulsed like it was alive, veins of dark energy crawling along its edge. They said it could cut through anything in this world. A weapon of gods—or demons. I no longer cared which.
I raised it high above my head.
The girl stood still in the summoning circle. Quiet. Watching .
And then… sothing strange.
As the blade rose, her eyes widened—not in terror, but in excitent.
Not a flinch. Not a tear. Just a gleam.
She wasn't scared of .
She wanted to see what ca next.
The sight of that expression—so calm, so curious—shook sothing in . I was ready for screams. For crying. Not... this.
But I couldn't stop now. I had waited too long, given too much. This was the final step. If I struck her down inside the circle, the summoning rune would complete. The monster would co.
I took a breath, brought the sword down—
"STOP!"
A voice scread behind .
Rock.
I paused, the blade halting mid-swing.
He was crawling toward Tied in rope, eyes wide with horror.
"Don't do this, Faluni! It's not too late!"
His voice was cracking—raw. Begging.
I stared at him for a heartbeat. My grip didn't loosen.
"I've already made my choice, Rock," I said, voice low. "You just don't understand what this ans."
Then—
BOOM.
A deep, thunderous sound shook the Academy.
The floor beneath trembled. The lights flickered.
Another explosion followed, louder this ti. Closer.
"What the hell was that?" I snapped, turning toward Auditorium hall door.
One of my guards rushed in, panting, his eyes wide with panic.
"Boss! Soone just stord through the front gate of the academy!"
"What?!" I barked. "Then kill them! I don't care who it is—take them down!"
The guard didn't move.
"Did you hear ?" I shouted. "Take. Them. Down!"
He swallowed hard. "We already tried. We emptied every mag—high-caliber rounds, explosives—but…"
"But what?"
"She's still coming," he whispered. "Didn't even slow down."
Silence.
A cold, sharp silence that cut through the chaos.
I didn't ask more questions. I turned and sprinted to the control room, blood roaring in my ears. My fingers danced over the keys of the nearest console, activating every surveillance feed at once.
The main gate lit up on the screen.
And then I saw her.
A woman.
Alone.
She walked calmly through the freezing debris of the front gate—unhard. Not a scratch on her. Smoke curled around her, yet her long white dress didn't even sway out of rhythm. Her eyes—those terrible, burning eyes—were locked on the main building.
I stared.
She was beautiful.
And she was terrifying.
There was no mistaking it—she looked just like the child.
Then it hit . Allen's warning. The one I had brushed off as paranoia.
"If the girl's mother shows up… you run. Don't fight. Don't even try. If she's there, we've already lost."
I laughed when he said it.
Now I couldn't breathe.
The woman stopped in the hallway. She raised one hand. A drone flew overhead, scanning her.
Without even glancing at it, she reached up—faster than I could track—and crushed the machine in her fist like it was a soda can.
Then she looked directly into the nearest drone cara.
Directly at .
> "You… whoever you are.
I pray you're still alive.
Because the mont you touched my daughter…
The second you dared lay a hand on my husband…"
She leaned closer to the drone, voice dropping to a whisper that froze the blood in my veins.
> "You surrendered your right to die peacefully."
Frost crept up the drone, her grip tightening.
> "Don't even think about ending your life.
I want you to live…
Long enough to scream.
Long enough to feel every bone in your body break—slowly.
I will rip your soul from your flesh, and burn it in every realm until nothing remains.You will not be reborn.
And when I'm done—, I saw Aura black dark dense like smoke behind her.
I'll make sure none of you ever reincarnate in any world again."
And with that…
She crushed the drone in her palm, turning it into ice-dust that scattered like snow over a battlefield.
I couldn't breathe.
I stumbled back from the console.
My hands were shaking.
What—what was this feeling?
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My pants were wet.
No. No, that couldn't be. That was impossible.
But it was true.
I had pissed myself.
The fear hit all at once.
Real, raw fear—not the kind you steel yourself against. The kind that unravels you. That makes your limbs go numb. That silences every part of your mind except the part that whispers: Run.
I grabbed at my chair to steady myself.
"AHAHAHA—No… no, no, no. I'm not afraid of her. ?!" I shouted, voice high, shaky. "I'm not afraid of her! No way! NO WAY
But I was.
The sword in my hand no longer vibrated with hunger—it was heavy now. Too heavy.
My knees wobbled. My thoughts unraveled.
Who was she?
What was she?
And why did her eyes feel like they had already buried ?
I backed away from the screen.
My legs moved on their own.
I was spiraling.
Crumbling.
I couldn't think straight.
I had spent years chasing the perfect monster.
But now, the real monster had co knocking.
And she was a mother.
I had to end this.
I had to kill her daughter—
Before she killed …
Before this madness swallowed whole.
I ran toward that child.
My boots slamd against the polished floor, each step echoing like a war drum.
The cursed blade pulsed in my hand—hungry, furious, almost alive. Red and black veins twisted along its surface, gleaming like magma. It buzzed with anticipation, almost guiding toward the summoning circle like a predator chasing its prey.
The girl stood alone, right where I'd left her.
So small. So still.
But I didn't hesitate.
If I struck her down within the summoning circle, the rune would activate. The seal would break. I would finally see it. my dream monster.
One cut.
Just one cut. That's all it would take.
I raised my sword, let out a scream—half battle cry, half agony—and swung with everything I had.
Steel whistled through the air.
SLASH!
But then—
CLANG.
The blade stopped. Abrupt. Cold.
Not because it hit anything. No.
It had been halted mid-swing, frozen, like the world itself had drawn a line and told I'd gone far enough.
My breath hitched. Arms trembling, I tried to force the sword forward.
It wouldn't move.
"What…?" I breathed.
A child's voice echoed behind the silence. Bright. Clear. Fearless.
"Great Grandpa!"
I blinked.
What did she just say?
From behind her, soone stepped forward—slowly, silently. An old man, tall and regal in a flowing kimono. His long silver hair drifted behind him, untouched by gravity. His eyes were calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that cos after you've seen worlds end.
He stopped beside the girl, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, then looked at as though I were no more dangerous than a startled animal.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips.
"Hoho… fragile little human. That blade was never ant for you. It's far too dangerous for hands that tremble."
I stared at him. My arms still refused to move. The sword—my sword—hung in the air like it had turned to stone.
"What… what did you do? You stopped my sword?! That's impossible! Who the hell are you?!" I shouted, but my voice ca out thinner than I ant it to.
The old man didn't even glance at . His gaze had shifted to the weapon in my hands. He tilted his head, curious, like soone observing a rotting relic.
"You don't understand what you carry," he said. "That sword doesn't give power—it steals it. Every swing takes a piece of you. A finger of your soul. You think it makes you stronger. In truth… you're one blow away from becoming sothing less than human."
My lips parted to argue—but pain stopped .
It began in my chest. A slow, burning ache that blood outward. My stomach clenched. My lungs refused air.
Then ca the blood.
Thick. Hot. Pouring from my mouth like molten iron.
I collapsed to my knees, the cursed blade clattering uselessly beside .
"No… no, no—" I gasped, clutching at my ribs, shaking. "What… is this?!"
My heart pounded like it wanted out. My skin burned. Every muscle scread. I could feel sothing tearing inside , unraveling.
I turned toward the room—toward the guards.
"Help !" I croaked. "GUARDS! HELP!"
But no footsteps ca. No shouts. No rescue.
Only silence.
I looked around—and that's when I saw them.
The guards. My trained solider. Expert in dical. All of them.
Dead.
Their bodies lay scattered across the marble floor like forgotten puppets, limbs twisted, eyes empty. No blood. No sign of struggle.
Just… gone.
As if death had whispered, and they had obeyed.
A wave of nausea rose in . I crawled forward, dragging myself through the stillness, one elbow at a ti. My hands were slick with blood. My own, I realized dimly. It wouldn't stop pouring.
I reached him.
The old man.
Fingers shaking, I grabbed the hem of his robe, staining it red.
"Please," I begged, barely able to speak. "Let … kill her. I just… I just want to see it. The monster. Just once. That's all I wanted…"
He looked down at .
There was no judgnt in his eyes. No hatred.
Only sorrow. A quiet, ancient sadness that weighed more than any sword.
"You're dying," he said softly. "But worse than that—you're cursed. If you continue down this path, your soul will never pass on. No rest. No rebirth. You'll remain in this world, hollow and forgotten. Even Heaven will turn you away."
I stared at him, eyes wide, tears slipping free.
"I can't vanish," I whispered. "I can't. Not like this. I gave everything. I bled. I killed. I wanted… I needed to fuilfed my dream, please I want to see monster even it's little."
I couldn't hold myself up anymore. My forehead dropped to the floor. I could feel the warmth of my own tears mingling with the cold stone.
"Just a glimpse…" I whispered. "Of the monster I was promised."
The old man knelt beside , voice low and steady—like a lullaby sung at the edge of death.
"Then close your eyes, weary soul," he said. "Let the last thing you see be the truth you chased. I will grant your final wish."
I did.
Because I had nothing else left.
The cold floor pressed against my back, slick with blood. My breath ca shallow, ragged. Each inhale burned in my chest, like fire trying to spark in wet wood. Distantly, I could hear the crumbling timbers of the school above . Screams had stopped long ago. Only silence remained—thick, suffocating, final.
And yet… sothing shifted.
Not around —but in .
The pain dulled. The weight crushing my ribs lifted. The cold receded. I could no longer feel the jagged wound in my side, or the shattered bones beneath my skin.
Strange.
I blinked, expecting blackness.
But when my eyes opened again, I wasn't in the ruins anymore.
I was standing.
Barefoot.
The ground beneath was soft and warm, like soil after a sumr rain. A gentle breeze brushed past my cheek, carrying the scent of salt—and sothing else. Sothing I couldn't na. Sweet, sharp, ancient.
I turned slowly.
Behind stretched an endless forest. The trees were enormous—wider than buildings, their bark twisted and knotted with age. Leaves rustled far overhead, whispering in voices I didn't understand. Beyond the trees, mountains towered like gods, their snow-capped peaks buried in clouds the color of crushed pearls.
In front of , the land opened to a sea.
An impossibly vast ocean spread out beneath a sky painted in colors I had never seen before—violets that humd, blues that seed to pulse with mory, streaks of gold like tears of sunlight. The water shimred, calm and endless, reflecting the surreal sky like a mirror.
I stepped forward, breath catching in my throat.
"What… is this place?" I asked aloud. My voice sounded small, hushed. Reverent. "Is this… heaven? Or Tricks"
A voice answered from behind . Familiar. Steady.
"No, child," it said. "This is not Heaven. And it's no Tricks."
I turned.
The old man stood there again—the one in the pale kimono, with silver hair tied behind his head and hands folded behind his back. His eyes, when they t mine, reflected the sky—vast and unknowable.
"This is an illusion," he continued. "But not a false one."
My lips parted, but I said nothing. I couldn't. My heart beat slowly in my chest, each pulse echoing like a drum in the distance. I felt weightless.
"I've transferred your soul," he said, "into a fragnt of the Nova World. Briefly. Long enough for you to see what you asked for."
My brow furrowed. "What I asked for?"
"You wanted to see a monster," he said quietly. "A real one. You've chased chaos your whole life try to fuilfed your dream, Faluni. You've worshipped it. And though your sins are heavy, this one wish… I've decided to grant."
He lifted his hand and gestured toward the sea.
At first, nothing changed. The ocean remained still—so perfectly still it almost didn't seem real.
Then ca the ripples.
Tiny at first, spreading outward in concentric rings. A few bubbles breached the surface, then more. The ground beneath my feet trembled—gently, like sothing stirring in its sleep.
My breath caught.
The waves began to shift—not violently, but rhythmically, like a creature breathing. The air thickened. Ti itself felt slower, stretched thin like silk.
And then I saw it.
A shadow moved beneath the water.
Vast. Deep. Ancient.
My heartbeat quickened. I stepped forward without aning to, eyes wide, unable to blink. Sothing massive was rising from the depths. Not fast. Not sudden. Like a mountain waking from centuries of slumber.
Tentacles surfaced first—long, thick, and glistening with seawater. They moved with a grace that didn't belong to sothing so massive. Their skin shimred with lines of glowing blue, pulsing like veins under glass.
Then ca its body. Towering. Covered in heavy, scaled plates marked by old scars—so deep enough to suggest wars fought against gods. And its eyes… there were so many of them. Dark and endless, yet glowing faintly. And each one—each one—looked directly at .
My knees gave out. I dropped to the ground, trembling.
Tears burned down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them. I didn't even want to.
"It's real," I whispered, voice barely a breath. "A real monster…"
It was beautiful.
Terrible.
Perfect.
I had spent my life crawling toward the edge of madness, seeking proof that sothing greater existed—sothing terrifying, sothing raw, sothing honest. And now, at the end, I saw it.
Karken.
The na surfaced in my mind unbidden. The na of the creature. The god. The thing from the depths. The dream I had chased through ruins, books, rituals, and bodies one of monster i wished to see.
One of its great limbs moved.
Slowly, it descended—like a pillar from the heavens—toward .
I didn't flinch. I didn't run.
It didn't strike. It didn't crush.
It touched my forehead.
A single, heavy, cold touch.
And in that instant, I felt it all.
The weight of eons. The ache of power. The silence of deep ti. Pain beyond imagining, and beauty too vast to hold.
And peace.
For the first ti in my life… I felt peace.
Everything faded.
The wind. The sea. The stars.
The darkness returned.
But this ti, it did not frighten , I am sure I will end up in hell but it's was worth it....
Worth it.. Thank you..
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To be continue....
(Please read till the end)
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{🎉 Chapter 100 Celebration Special 🎉}
EVERYONE: "We did it, guys! We officially hit 100 chapters!"
Yuuta (grinning):
"Well… we actually made it. Our first big milestone—100 chapters. It was a long journey, full of chaos, laughter, and late-night snacks… but we did it.
Thank you so much to every single reader who's walked this path with us."
He waves at the imaginary crowd of readers, slightly emotional.
Yuuta:
"Each and every one of you—thank you for joining our story."
Erza (arms crossed, smirking):
"Hmph. Honestly, I didn't expect this little story to get this far.
Let's see how long this madness continues..."
Yuuta (smiling):
"You say that, but we're only just getting started.
Once this arc ends, you'll realize... everything from Chapter 1 till now was just the prologue to sothing much, much bigger."
Erza (raising an eyebrow):
"…Excuse , what?"
Yuuta (laughing):
"Yep! You heard . The real adventure hasn't even begun yet."
Erza (sighs):
"I swear, the author must be high on dragon herbs or sothing...
But hey, I'm not complaining. Let's just celebrate while we still can."
Elena (jumping up excitedly):
"Yaaay! Chocolate drinks for everyone!"
Yuuta (with a wink):
"Oh! And hey, don't skip this chapter—
We might've hidden a tiny spoiler near the end. Go check it out."
EVERYONE (together):
"Thank you for reading! We love you! "
Grandpa:- What the hell? Why i am being ignored?
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Next Ti…
Yuuta lay broken. His breath, barely a whisper. His body, a ruined shell.
And Allen?
He smiled.
He turned his back.
He gave the order.
> "Kill him. I'll bring the girl."
The end was certain. Or so they thought.
But then...
The air changed.
A silence deeper than death swept across the battlefield. The kind that doesn't co before a storm—
—but is the storm.
A voice followed.
Soft.
Sharp.
Ancient.
> "You..."
> "Hurt..."
> "My son."
The ground cracked. The sky darkened. Even demons forgot how to breathe.
And Allen?
For the first ti in centuries—
He felt fear.
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Who was the voice that spoke from beyond death?
Will Yuuta awaken before the final blow is dealt?
And what price must be paid to call back a bloodline that once silenced gods?
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🔥 Next Chapter: "He Who Should Have Never Awakened"
Coming soon.
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