After Kuro's death, something inside Zylion died with him.
It wasn't just grief that buried his emotions—it was hatred, burning through every corner of his soul.
There was no light left in his eyes, only emptiness and a fury that smoldered endlessly.
Zylion didn't just close his heart—he discarded it.
He cast away empathy and affection, replacing them with cold logic and a singular purpose: revenge.
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Kuro's funeral wasn't a day of tears.
It wasn't a day of prayers for a departed friend.
Zylion stood far behind an old tree, cloaked in dark robes, his face nearly lifeless, watching them.
His friends.
The ones who used to laugh with him at school, who played games with Kuro—now stood at the grave… laughing.
Not bitter laughter.
Not the laughter of sorrow.
But laughter of triumph.
They mocked Kuro.
They ridiculed his wounds.
And amidst their jokes, Zylion heard the truth: they were the ones.
They had bullied him, tormented him—and ultimately killed him.
"Haha… so it was them…"
A thin smile crept onto Zylion's face.
Not a smile of joy, but a broken grin born from inner ruin.
Grief, rage, vengeance—all swirling into a toxic storm.
And that poison slowly devoured his humanity.
At School — A Few Days Later
Life went on as if nothing had happened.
Clear skies. Laughter-filled classrooms.
The world didn't care that Kuro was gone.
When Zylion stepped into class, they greeted him as always.
Laughing. Smiling.
Their masks of false friendship now glaringly obvious to Zylion.
"Yo, Zylion." (wide smile)
"…Yo, Chris."
"I heard about Kuro. I'm really sorry, man. You must be heartbroken, huh?"
"…"
"Don't worry—we're here for you, buddy."
"…"
Zylion stared at him coldly. No emotion. Only a plan forming in the silence of his mind.
"Zylion?"
"Hey, I need to use the restroom. Mind coming with me? Since Kuro died, I feel uneasy going alone."
"Hah, don't worry. I'll protect you, my friend!"
They walked together.
Up to the second floor.
Toward the end of deception.
"You can go ahead, Zylion. I'll wait outside."
"No need—come in."
"Well, alright. I could use a splash of water too."
They both entered the boys' restroom.
Click — Zylion stepped inside and shut the door.
But he didn't come out for more than twenty minutes.
"Zylion? Are you okay in there?"
(Huh? It's not locked—Zylion—!)
SUKKKKK — A blade tore into flesh.
"KEUGHHHH, ARGGHH!!"
Zylion plunged the knife into Chris's chest.
Once.
Twice.
Again and again.
His laughter echoed through the blood-scented room, blending with the sterile smell of soap.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FEEL THAT, YOU BASTARD!!"
"Zylion, w-wait—"
One final stab.
Chris collapsed. Lifeless. Eyes wide, staring at the ceiling.
Zylion stood over him, soaked in blood, breathing hard—laughing madly.
"This feels… incredible. Finally… I did it!!"
"With my blessing… no—my curse.
The curse that killed Kuro…
Now I'll carry it… and kill all of you!"
"My target isn't just you—
It's this entire nation!"
Back in Class
"Hey, Zylion, you're ba—wait, why's your uniform—"
"Oh, that? We ran into someone carrying strawberry juice. Chris's uniform got soaked, so he went home. I've got his bag—don't worry."
"That sounds… kinda suspicious, Zylion."
"But… you trust me, right?
No—you have to trust me." (grins)
"Haha, of course."
"There's no way you'd do anything wrong, Zylion."
—WE ALL TRUST YOU.—
Zylion looked at them and smiled.
(Yes… you'll all trust me. Because soon… you'll all be dead.)
The Strongest Blessing
Zylion possessed the strongest divine blessing: Trust.
A blessing that made everyone around him like, believe, and follow him—no matter what.
Only one person had ever been immune to it—Kuro.
Only Kuro truly liked Zylion.
Only Kuro became his friend without the blessing's influence.
Only Kuro made Zylion feel genuinely loved.
And that's what made his death… irreplaceable.
Years Later
Zylion began something enormous.
He hunted other Blessed individuals.
He formed a faction.
He joined the military.
And he laid the foundation for the Legion Knights.
Warriors of blessing.
Symbols of hope to the people—
And sharpened blades, ready to slit the nation's throat from within.
Everything changed when they found an old book—
The sacred scripture of noblemen who worshipped darkness.
And there, Zylion—once a child of the gods—
began to worship the Devil.
Ironic…
A boy born in light, now cloaked in shadows.
And from the ashes of sin, a dark city rose—Crivits.
Their stronghold.
The home of sacred traitors.
The land from which destruction would be unleashed.