Blade of Shock: Mihawk's Sinister Awakening

In the end, all men fall. Not by fate’s decree. Not by the hands of gods. But by the cold, indifferent hunger of coin. I was a man once. A blade sharper than the world deserved, carved by betrayal, tempered by blood, and broken by the weight of thirty silver pieces. They sold me for scraps. For whispers of wealth. For gold they would never live long enough to spend. And as my soul slipped from this rotting husk, as the final flicker of warmth drained from my veins, I did not pray. I did not weep. I laughed. For in that moment — in the infinite hush between life and death — I understood a truth older than the stars: Loyalty is a lie. Strength is fleeting. Only fear endures. And the world would come to fear me. A voice came then, cold and ancient. Not divine, nor demonic, but something beyond both. [Host has been selected.] [Rebirth Initiated.] And the void became light. The screams of a thousand men clashing at the edge of despair. Steel upon steel. The thunder of cannonfire. The taste of salt and blood on the wind. A name, heavy with legend, wrapped itself around my soul. Mihawk. And the world’s greatest swordsman opened his eyes. This was no mercy. No second chance. This was my reckoning. With every swing of my blade, I would cleave through their illusions. With every shattered bone and splintered soul, I would carve my name. I would drink deep of their terror and let the storm rise. The Shock System stirs. And the world… trembles. [2 New Chapters Every Saturday]