Auxiliary Chapter 0: The Boy Who Trusted Too Much
Before he became the God Devouring Abomination...
Before gods feared his name...
Before worlds trembled beneath his footsteps...
Fenrir Endarth was simply a young man trying to live a normal life.
He had no wealthy family.
No powerful background.
No hidden inheritance.
No extraordinary talent.
He was just an orphan.
The Endarth surname had belonged to the couple who found him abandoned as an infant near a remote forest. They had raised him with love despite their poverty, teaching him kindness, honesty, and compassion.
For years, Fenrir believed those values were enough.
Life wasn't easy, but he never complained.
He studied hard.
Worked part-time jobs.
Helped his adoptive parents whenever he could.
And when they passed away during his second year of college, he endured the pain alone.
Because he still had someone.
Luna Hartwell.
The woman he loved.
The woman he trusted more than anyone else.
For three years, Luna had been his source of happiness.
She was beautiful, intelligent, ambitious, and seemingly devoted to him.
Whenever Fenrir struggled financially, she encouraged him.
Whenever he doubted himself, she comforted him.
Whenever life became difficult, she remained by his side.
At least...
That was what he believed.
As graduation approached, Fenrir worked harder than ever.
He dreamed of finding a good job.
Buying a small house.
Marrying Luna.
Building the family he had always wanted.
Simple dreams.
Ordinary dreams.
Dreams that would soon be shattered.
---
The day of graduation arrived.
Students celebrated throughout the university campus.
Families gathered.
Photographs were taken.
Laughter filled the air.
Fenrir stood among his classmates wearing his graduation gown, smiling brighter than he had in years.
Today was supposed to be the beginning of his future.
Instead...
It became the day his life ended.
And the day something else was born.
He spotted Luna standing near the central plaza.
Relieved, he hurried toward her.
"Luna!"
She turned.
For a brief moment, Fenrir smiled.
Then his expression froze.
A tall man wearing an expensive suit wrapped an arm around Luna's waist.
The man's name was Damien Blackwood.
The heir of the influential Blackwood Corporation.
Rich.
Powerful.
Arrogant.
The complete opposite of Fenrir.
Confusion filled his eyes.
"Luna... what's going on?"
Luna looked at him.
There was no guilt.
No regret.
Only disdain.
"What's going on?" she repeated mockingly.
A crowd began gathering.
Students stopped to watch.
Some raised their phones.
Damien smirked.
Others laughed.
An uneasy feeling formed in Fenrir's chest.
Then Luna spoke words he would never forget.
"I'm leaving you."
The world seemed to stop.
"What?"
"I'm tired of pretending," she said coldly. "Did you really think I would spend my life with a broke orphan?"
The crowd erupted into whispers.
Fenrir stared at her in disbelief.
Every memory they shared felt like a lie.
Every promise suddenly became meaningless.
"Luna... you're joking, right?"
"No."
Her answer was immediate.
Merciless.
"I only stayed with you because you were useful. You helped with assignments, projects, and expenses whenever I needed something."
Each word struck harder than a blade.
Fenrir's face turned pale.
"You lied to me?"
She laughed.
A laugh he had never heard before.
A laugh devoid of warmth.
"You lied to yourself."
Damien stepped forward.
His smile widened.
"Pathetic."
Before Fenrir could react, a fist crashed into his stomach.
Pain exploded through his body.
The crowd gasped.
Then some began cheering.
Another punch.
Then another.
And another.
Fenrir collapsed to the ground.
No one intervened.
No one helped.
Not a single friend.
Not a single classmate.
Years of friendship vanished in silence.
People simply watched.
As if he deserved it.
Blood dripped from his mouth.
His vision blurred.
Damien grabbed his hair and forced him to look upward.
"Know your place, orphan."
The final punch shattered Fenrir's consciousness.
---
Hours later.
Rain poured from the night sky.
Fenrir lay alone in a dark alley.
Broken.
Abandoned.
Forgotten.
Blood mixed with rainwater beneath him.
His body refused to move.
His heart struggled to beat.
Every breath felt like agony.
Why?
That single question echoed endlessly.
Why had everyone betrayed him?
Why had nobody helped him?
Why was kindness never enough?
As darkness swallowed his vision, a strange voice echoed within his soul.
A voice neither male nor female.
Ancient.
Cold.
Endless.
[Compatible Host Located.]
[Bloodline Restrictions Removed.]
[Authority Confirmed.]
[Initializing OBLIVION.]
Fenrir's eyes widened.
The alley trembled.
Reality distorted.
A terrifying pain erupted throughout his entire body.
His bones shattered.
His organs ruptured.
His blood boiled.
Every cell screamed.
And somewhere beyond the stars...
Something opened its eyes.
Something that had been sleeping since the dawn of existence.
Something that should never have awakened.
The age of gods was ending.
The age of monsters was beginning.
And its name...
Was Fenrir Endarth.