Duke Sant simply stared.
For a few seconds he did not move at all.
His hand was still raised in the air in the sa position where his sword should have been.
His fingers were tightly gripping nothing.
The sword was gone.
Not broken.
Not knocked away.
Just... gone.
His eyes slowly moved down to his empty hand. His mind tried to understand what had just happened, but the answer refused to appear.
His chest rose and fell slowly.
A strange silence filled his head.
Then—
"Hahahahahahahaha!"
A loud and wild laugh exploded across the battlefield.
47 held its stomach while laughing. Its shoulders shook violently.
The cross shaped helt tilted slightly as if it was looking down on Duke Sant with great amusent.
"You can’t find your sword... can you?"
Its voice carried both a man’s and a woman’s tone at the sa ti.
The mixed voices echoed in a strange and unsettling way.
Duke Sant blinked.
The sound of the laughter finally broke him out of his daze.
His head slowly lifted and his sharp eyes locked onto 47 again.
"Wh... what even is this Genesis Heart?"
His voice was no longer calm.
There was confusion in it. And sothing else.
Fear.
"What did you even comprehend... to control sothing like this?"
While speaking, his body slowly moved backward in the air. He kept retreating little by little.
His eyes never left the scythe in 47’s hand.
The weapon made his instincts scream in danger.
47 tilted its head slightly. "What did I comprehend... you ask?"
Its body suddenly moved.
BOOM!
The ground beneath its feet shattered as it shot forward through the air.
The black scythe in its hand gave off a heavy and dark aura. The weapon seed to breathe with a strange pulse.
Each pulse made the air around it feel heavier.
47 chased after Duke Sant.
Its speed was terrifying.
"I comprehend..."
It spoke slowly while flying forward.
Then the voice beca colder.
"Or to be more precise..."
"I was made to comprehend..."
"...death."
Duke Sant’s pupils shrank.
"Made by who?"
He imdiately asked while increasing his speed.
Wind roared around his body as he flew away.
Even though 47 was fast, Duke Sant was still slightly faster. The distance between them stayed almost the sa.
47 could not catch him instantly.
But it was not far behind either.
The black scythe left a dark trail in the air as it chased him.
"Made by who..."
47 muttered quietly. For a mont its eyes lost focus.
It did not answer imdiately. Not because it did not want to. But because sothing strange happened inside its mind.
mories. Old mories. Painful mories.
They slowly began to surface.
All of them were connected to a single na.
The Demon God of Pride.
Throughout the long history of the world there had been many powerful beings.
Kings.
Saints.
Demons.
Heroes.
But there was no one quite like him.
The Demon God of Pride.
Despite his demonic appearance, many people once called him a saint.
He believed in order. He believed in control.
He believed that the strong should shape the world.
But even he had a desire that no power could easily satisfy.
Power.
He wanted absolute power. Power so great that it could break logic itself.
Power that would allow him to force the world to follow his ideals.
But such power could not be gained easily.
Even beings like him had limits.
So he made a vow.
A terrifying vow.
"I shall beco invincible."
His voice once echoed across heaven and earth.
"No one shall be able to kill ."
"In exchange..."
"I will leave behind a weakness."
A strange rule was created. A single condition.
Only one type of being would be able to kill him. A being that was neither a man nor a woman.
A being that could feel death itself.
A being that could use death against him.
Only that existence would be able to kill the Demon God of Pride. When he made that vow, he laughed.
Because such a being should not exist.
Not in heaven.
Not on earth.
But the Demon God of Pride had underestimated sothing very dangerous.
Human beings.
More precisely—
Two things inside a human mind.
Cruelty. And intelligence.
And the person who proved this was a man nad Vern Kael.
A human who had invaded the celestial realm.
When Vern Kael learned about the vow, he did not laugh.
He beca curious.
For hundreds of years he researched the condition.
Hundreds of years of study.
Experints. Failures.
And slowly a horrible plan was born. If such a being did not exist...
Then he would create one. He began experinting on children.
He tried connecting two lives together.
Two souls. Two bodies.
One existence. But again and again he failed.
Until one day—
Experint number 47.
Twins. Two small children.
He kidnapped them. Then he began his work.
Painful experints.
Years of suffering.
And finally—
Success.
The two children beca one existence.
Neither fully male. Nor fully female.
The first condition was complete. But one condition still remained.
The being had to understand death.
Not just see it. Not just cause it.
But truly understand it. So Vern Kael began the next stage.
Training.
Years of brutal training.
When 47 finally reached the Swordmaster stage, Vern Kael began his final lesson.
Death.
At that ti there was a large religion on the continent of Axian. The Religion of Love.
Thousands of followers. Peaceful people.
Believers who prayed every day. One day Vern Kael visited them.
He brought 47 with him.
And then—
He slaughtered them all.
n. Won. Children.
None were spared.
Their cries filled the air. Their prayers ant nothing.
47 stood there and watched.
Vern Kael forced it to watch everything.
He forced it to see how fragile life truly was.
But that was not enough. 47 was forced to kill as well.
Thousands. Millions. Countless lives.
It went through many battles where death stood right beside it.
Life and death beca normal.
Still—
Vern Kael was not satisfied. So he created a different kind of pain.
He turned 47 into a man. Then he gave him a normal life.
A woman. A ho. A peaceful life.
Years passed.
Marriage.
Children. Growing old together.
A quiet and happy life. And when everything was perfect—
Vern Kael appeared again.
And forced 47 to kill his own family. The wife. The children. All of them.
Then Vern Kael turned 47 into a woman.
And made her live another life. Marriage.
Children. Happiness. Years of peace.
And once again—
He forced 47 to kill them all.
Only then...
After all that suffering...
47 finally understood death.
Not because it had killed many people.
But because it had lived. Because it had loved.
Because it had lost everything.
That was the mont 47 truly comprehended death.
And that comprehension allowed it to reach the Grandmaster stage.
Its Genesis Heart.
Death.
"Haaa..."
47 slowly sighed as the mories faded.
Its eyes returned to the present. Whenever it rembered those years, only misery filled its mind.
’Could that even be called a life?’
But it could not stop.
Because there were still people it wanted to protect.
Its brother.
Its sister.
One day...
"I will surely take my revenge."
47 muttered quietly.
Then its speed increased again as it chased Duke Sant.
Ahead of it—
Duke Sant was still flying away quickly.
"Damn it..."
He muttered under his breath.
"If I knew this would happen I would have used my Genesis Heart earlier."
His teeth clenched tightly.
"Now I can’t even use it without my sword."
"Tsk."
He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Wind rushed past his ears as he changed direction and flew toward the main battlefield.
"I should have kept another sword..."
He sighed bitterly.
His lost weapon had been with him for many years. It was not just a tool.
It was almost like a companion.
Because of that he had never even imagined losing it.
So he never bothered keeping another sword inside his subspace.
Now he deeply regretted that decision.
"Haaa..."
Another long sigh escaped his mouth.
Below him the battlefield slowly ca into view again.
Broken ground.
Smoke.
Soldiers still fighting.
Sowhere down there—There had to be a sword.
And if he found one...
Then this battle might still change.
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