[ Not for the Weak-Hearted ]
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United Kingdom – Secret Meeting Area
Time: Three Months After Return
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A man in a military uniform walked briskly down a long, sterile hallway. Sweat dripped from his brow, and terror gripped his face.
" Why? ... What should I do now? ... Please, God, help me... I don't want to be skinned alive by that monster..."
He muttered under his breath, his hands trembling.
Minutes later, he arrived at a massive white stone gate. It groaned as it opened by itself, revealing a dark office beyond. Gulping, he stepped forward.
" Mr. President… please look at this report… It… It's critical. "
His voice shook with fear.
A deep, gruff voice, laced with irritation, responded from behind the chair.
" Commander of the First Secret Division, Sharek Al-Tron."
The voice dripped with boredom.
"What could be so important that you're wasting my time? "
The chair swiveled around, revealing a middle-aged man with pale, scarred skin covered in burn marks. His face was terrifying—not because of the scars, but because of the wicked amusement in his sharp, greedy eyes. He looked at Sharek like a predator sizing up a meal.
The soldier hesitated, his fear tangible.
"Mr. President, please… just take a look at it."
The president's gaze flicked to the soldier, his grin widening.
" What's the address? And why should I care? "
The soldier handed him the file with shaking hands.
"Sir… it's from the Ministry of Defense… The address is empty. "
The room fell silent. Then, the president chuckled—a dry, humorless sound.
"Oh? An empty title… that means this report is classified as a high national secret."
His smirk grew, but his fingers twitched ever so slightly.
He inhaled sharply, forcing the unease from his voice.
" I see... Thank you… Would you like to leave? "
" Sir, THANK YOU, SIR! "
The soldier saluted before bolting out of the room like a frightened rabbit.
" Hah."
The president leaned back in his chair, pressing a hand to his chest. His heart hammered violently, but he grinned.
"How long has it been since the last empty report?"
His fingers drummed against the desk as he read.
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[TOP SECRET FILE]
Day XX of the Xth Month, Year XXX
Unidentified lightning storms have caused mass destruction worldwide.
A new type of energy has been detected in a select few survivors.
Our Omega forces have captured 150 individuals exhibiting strange abilities.
Experiments confirm the following:
1. Survivors struck by purple lightning—or exposed to golden blood—gain supernatural abilities tied to an unknown entity called the "System."
2. Certain individuals, known as "Pure Bloodlines," wield a unique power called mana, opposing aura and Aether.
3. The System grants anything necessary for completing assigned "missions."
4. The System has a deep-rooted hatred for the Hicks family and actively seeks their extermination.
Final Conclusion: If harnessed correctly, the System could be our ultimate weapon to eliminate the Hicks bloodline.
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The president chuckled, running a hand down his face.
"Two thousand years."
For two millennia, kings, warlords, and entire nations had tried to destroy the Hicks family—yet all had failed.
"And now… a new power appears. Will it be our salvation… or our damnation?"
He glanced at the final page of the report. His grin twisted into something cruel.
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SUBJECT PROFILE
Name: Unknown
Family Name: Unknown
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
IQ: 190-200
Blood Type: Unknown
Parentage: Unknown
Bloodline Power: None
Aura Level: None
Skills: None
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The president's laughter echoed through the office.
"Right now, it's better to meet our subjects than to make an enemy of Demon Arms again."
Without a second thought, he flicked his fingers. A blue flame ignited in midair, consuming the file instantly—no ashes, no smoke, no evidence.
Zone 069K – Also Known as Area 69
The president stepped into the dimly lit chamber, eyes immediately locking onto the towering woman before him. Her crimson hair cascaded over a scarred face, and her piercing red eyes gleamed with something unholy.
Her fingers gently brushed the back of a small girl—no older than twelve.
The girl stood stiffly, her expression an eerie mask of emptiness. Fear and sadness swirled in her hollow eyes.
At the president's arrival, she flinched, pressing herself against her mother's side.
The woman smirked.
"Good evening, Mr. President." Her voice was smooth, almost playful. "This is my daughter… and the key to eliminating the Hicks family once and for all."
The president's grin froze.
The air grew suffocating. A cold, invisible hand seemed to close around his throat.
Then, the girl spoke.
"...H-Hello… sir… I am the… first daughter… of the head… family… Tarkshiya… Charlotte."
His breath hitched.
This wasn't a child.
This was something else.
"What is this?"
His voice cracked.
"ANSWER ME! WHAT HAVE YOU CREATED?!"
The woman's grin stretched unnaturally wide. With a single movement, she grabbed the girl by her hair, lifting her effortlessly.
Excitement bled into her voice.
"I CREATED HER FLESH FROM A SINGLE STRAND OF HAIR BELONGING TO ONE OF THE TWELVE DEAD HOLY HEROES!" She cackled. "HER EYES COME FROM MY GENETICS! HER BONES AND SKIN ARE CRAFTED FROM THE FINEST NOBLES WE CAPTURED, ONES WITH SPECIAL ABILITIES!"
The girl dangled in the air, unflinching.
"SHE POSSESSES THE SYSTEM AND WIELDS AURA AT THE SAME LEVEL AS DEMON ARMS!"
Silence.
Then—laughter.
Wild, uncontrollable laughter.
The president clutched his stomach, doubling over.
"HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! SO THIS WAS YOUR PLAN?!" His eyes burned with greedy anticipation. "I NEVER THOUGHT YOU'D SACRIFICE YOUR OWN DAUGHTER FOR OUR CAUSE!"
His gaze darkened, voice dripping with manic glee.
"I'll give you everything you need. In return, you'll create a special squad… one designed to assassinate every last Hicks."
The woman's smirk widened.
She straightened, snapping into a perfect military salute.
"SIR~ YES~ SIR!"
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Time: Three Months Before Return
Somewhere in Another Dimension
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Crimson Completion.
The heavy scent of iron filled the air. My hands were drenched in blood, dripping endlessly onto the ground. The sound of flesh being chewed echoed in my ears. The sight of mangled corpses burned itself into my memory.
I felt the warmth of fresh blood running down to my lips. A terrifying sight—red liquid flowing uncontrollably every time I reached inside a body, pulling out organs one by one.
I... I pulled out a heart.
Holding it in my hand, the warmth seeped into my palm. In that moment, I completely and utterly forgot who I was, what I was, and why I was devouring these bodies. A twisted grin spread across my face as I silenced the questions clawing at my mind.
Opening my mouth, I licked the heart before sinking my teeth into it. Like a starving beast, I feasted. The taste of flesh was heavenly. The sensation of chewing meat was intoxicating, almost euphoric. I couldn't stop—not now. I needed more. I had to consume more.
Frantically searching for my next meal, my gaze landed on a floating blue window. A mechanical voice, young yet devoid of emotion, rang in my ears.
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[SYSTEM MESSAGE]
"Congratulations, Master. You have completed your second quest."
"You have exceeded the required limits."
[ Total number of deceased: 50,000 ]
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[REWARDS + BONUS]
- New Skill List (Unlocked)
- Status Window (Unlocked)
- Passive Skill: "No Humanity"
- Passive Skill: "??????"
- Passive Skill: "???????"
- Passive Skill: "????????"
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[SYSTEM ERROR]
"User is no longer classified as human."
"Blocking all skills and statuses to restore Master's will to act."
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[SYSTEM BLOCKING…]
"User's skills have been locked."
"The First Creation's bloodline has been rejected."
"ERROR: The First Creation has awakened." "WARNING: An Almighty God is watching you."
"DANGER. DANGER. WARNING! WARNING! Please escape or terminate yourself. The God is about to place a curse upon you."
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Static distorted the system's voice. The floating window glitched, words becoming unreadable.
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" Well… well… well."
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"My First Creation… ]€[¥@$&jd .. I suppose you're still alive. "
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A suffocating pressure crashed down on me, my bones snapping under the weight of an unseen force. Agony surged through my body, yet an even deeper torment clawed at my soul. My mind spiraled into chaos as memories long forgotten clawed their way back—shattered images, voices lost in time, and emotions too painful to bear.
A booming voice echoed through the void, dripping with hatred.
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You… My first creation… My greatest failure… You dare walk this world again, cursed one? Then bear witness to my wrath!
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Darkness swallowed my vision. The pressure intensified. My body twisted, breaking, mending, and breaking again. Despair wrapped its cold fingers around my heart as an overwhelming storm of sorrow consumed me. Every loss, every betrayal, every pain I had endured—forced upon me all at once.
And then, just as I felt my sanity slipping away, the system's voice cut through the torment.
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[SYSTEM MESSAGE]
" Activating Emergency Pain Suppression Mode. "
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I turned to glance at the blood-soaked hill I had created—a grotesque mountain of bones and corpses. Closing my eyes, I tried to feel pain. I had tried many times before. I wanted to feel something. Anything.
Nothing.
Opening my eyes again, I recalled the taste of flesh, the sensation of devouring it, the intoxicating rush of consuming life. I tried to justify myself, to fabricate an excuse, but there was none. The system had only asked me to eat corpses—it never specified how many. Yet, I had consumed them all.
And I had enjoyed it.
The feeling of a monster long trapped inside me, finally set free—it was overwhelming.
I wanted to die. I wanted someone to kill me.
I loathed myself for what I had done, but even now, deep inside, I craved more.
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[SYSTEM MESSAGE]
"Master, do you want me to answer your thoughts?"
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I smiled at the screen and whispered.
"What's the point?"
"What's done is done. You and I can't change a thing."
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[SYSTEM MESSAGE]
"Master, no one can change fate."
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I froze. Fear crept into my voice.
"What do you mean by that?"
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[SYSTEM COUNTDOWN]
"Time until teleportation: 00m:10s."
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I screamed at the window.
"SYSTEM! ANSWER MY QUESTION!"
Silence.
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[SYSTEM COUNTDOWN]
"00:09…"
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"00:08…"
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A glowing circle flashed beneath my feet. I tried to move, but an invisible force held me in place, pinning me to the ground.
"System… why… are you doing this?"
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[SYSTEM MESSAGE]
"THAT MAN IS WATCHING YOU."
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Terror clawed at my heart. My face darkened. I bit my lip, drawing blood.
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[SYSTEM COUNTDOWN]
"00:01…"
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A pillar of white light shot into the sky. My body disintegrated, as though I were turning to dust.
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[UNRECOGNIZED SYSTEM ERROR]
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The system's voice garbled into incomprehensible static. I glanced at the message, but the words were unreadable. At the time, I thought nothing of it.
That was my greatest mistake.
That was the beginning of my doom.
A few seconds later.
I awoke in my bedroom. My body lay on the bed, drenched in sweat. Blinking, I turned my head and found my mother and grandmother asleep on the floor, leaning against each other.
Without thinking, I ran toward them. My mother's face was peaceful, exhaustion evident in her features. I reached out to hug her—but I stopped myself.
"No… there's something more important to do."
I muttered to myself, grabbing a blanket from my bed and draping it over them. Sitting back down, I looked at them with cold eyes and whispered.
"Status."
A transparent window appeared before me. My face twisted in anger as I read the display.
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[SYSTEM ERROR]
"Information classified." "Displaying only minimal details."
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[SHORT STATUS WINDOW]
Name: Kartos X. Hicks. Level: 0 (LOCKED)
Race: Male - Immortal. Age: Unknown
Titles:
[ Body of the Holy Immortal Beast, Body of the Immortal Beast, Enemy of the World, Cursed by Fate, Reincarnation of ????? ]
Stats:
[ Due to God's curse on your existence and soul, all of your status has been affected. ]
Strength: 20 (- 200 ) Agility : 19 ( - 300 )
Vitality: 45 ( - 900 ) Dexterity: 30 ( - 700 )
Intelligent: 95 ( - 800 ) LUCK: 0 ( - 999 )
Rewards:
- Miracles ( 1 / ? )
- Deleted
- Deleted
- Deleted
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I clenched my fists.
"System… what does this mean?"
Silence.
I looked at my sleeping family and whispered.
"Use Miracle to reveal all information about me and my fate."
A single message appeared.
Then, the system spoke in a hesitant voice.
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"You wish to access the Library of God. Do you want to proceed?"
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[YES] / [NO]
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