In the midst of the war that reignited after Yuta's statement, the situation was completely chaotic.
Dust and debris swirled in the air as both sides launched attacks, with no clear victor in this battle.
In the back rows, a young man with short black hair and dark eyes, dressed in work clothes, was transporting the wounded to safety using a dimensional dome he had placed on the battlefield before the enemy army arrived.
His breathing was ragged, and he could barely hear due to the loud explosions that had left him almost deaf.
His gaze was a mixture of worry and exhaustion, clearly draining his energy. He was creating healing domes for the professors' students, but also worried because death lurked around every corner.
Yet, at the same time, there was a strange familiarity, as if what was happening had happened before, but he couldn't remember exactly when or where, because he wasn't healing, he was killing.
Seok turned his gaze towards Suho. The one who transported students and professors into the healing domes, which contained such concentrated healing energy that a green mist appeared inside them.
Seok involuntarily inhaled a large amount of air, raising his gaze to the sky. His eyes had been empty for the past two hours since the war began.
It was enough for him to witness its brutality. As a healer, though originally a warrior specializing in defense, his unique strength forced him to change his specialization from fighter to healer.
Surgeons of all kinds and forms, students pleading for their lives, weeping and screaming all around him.
This was something he wasn't used to, having lived in a secluded village in the mountains of Madenki City, located in the southwest of the Athrias Kingdom.
His life was beautiful despite the poverty. He and his father worked to gather medicinal herbs, as the dungeons were monopolized by mercenary guilds, nobles, and those in high positions, and the price of entry was beyond their means.
Yet, someone raised in a loving family, who had never seen such pain and chaos, didn't despair. It was a shock to him.
To the point He forgets everything except his assigned task: transporting the injured through space-manipulating domes, treating them through domes, and inserting Scorpion Organization followers into evacuation domes and other domes designed solely to incapacitate them.
"What in the name of hell is happening? Is this war and its clutches?"
"No, I don't understand anything. Why am I incapable of doing anything other than what I've been assigned?"
"I'm really scared. I want to go home... Why am I thinking this way? I can't think straight."
"Hahaha, I remember when I was playing with Suho and my little sister, Yi Rim. It was such a beautiful day. Suho falling face-first into a mud puddle near a river because of the rain was hilarious."
"Wait, what am I thinking? This isn't the time to think about such things. We're at war, and there's death everywhere." Seok speaks in his mind in different tones, sometimes remembering his past and laughing at it, sometimes trying to gather his thoughts, but he loses the battle against his beautiful memories. Sad
This man was ultimately trying to escape a painful reality in any way possible, by remembering his past or making what was happening around him seem like mere lies and fabrications.
BOOM!
Seok's face contorted in shock at the sound of the explosion that occurred beside him, and he fell to the ground.
Everything around him was completely blurred, and his ears blared with a loud ringing that drowned out all other sounds.
His face was covered in dust and blood, his gaze blank, his hair disheveled. He said nothing and did nothing. Seok remained in place like a damaged doll, unable to move.
"What in the world is happening? I want to live! Damn me, I'm so weak! I don't want to be weak, but in the end, I own nothing."
"Just a character destined to vanish in the story of life so that the heroes can gain glory and fame."
"No great talent, no high status, just the ability to craft various domes that require a terrifying amount of training and rare resources. If it weren't for me being inside the academy..." "My ability to use domes is like any other."
"I want to be stronger and stronger. I don't want to die like a dog, with no one caring about its existence or death. I... I feel sorry for myself. I want to cry bitterly for myself. I've always wanted to cry sadly for my situation, which has become harsher and more difficult with time."
"I want to survive, to live, to have strength, to live a dignified life, even if it's ordinary. I want these things so badly. Is it so difficult to live like a dignified human being, with the means for a dignified life? It's a shame." Seok spoke to himself with sadness and despair, tears falling involuntarily. He wanted to stop crying and fighting in the war and just get out alive.
But his body refused to stop crying or getting up. "Just give up, by the creator of hell! You're a pathetic fool. Who would even care about your existence? You're just a character who appears for a moment in a life story and then disappears. Who would care about your existence?"
Seok's body was shouting these words out, even without a mouth, letting them escape. This was the feeling Seok had had throughout his life: pathetic.
Seok was different. Aware of his surroundings, he couldn't hear anything; there was only a sharp ringing in his ears.
He lay on his back with every last ounce of strength he had left. It wasn't physical exhaustion, but mental; his body refused to obey its demands.
Half of Seok's face was covered in mud and blood from an injury he sustained while evacuating the wounded.
Seok's gaze remained blank, staring helplessly into the void. His consciousness began to wane, gradually fading into darkness and a chill that filled his body until he lost consciousness.
Six years earlier, in the city of Madenki, at 8:45 AM, a 54-year-old man and a 9-year-old boy were carrying medicinal herbs to sell.
A happy smile graced Seok's face as he
strolled through the Sunday markets of Madenki. The medicinal herbs were plentiful that day, and the price would be high: 355 copper coins and 4 silver coins—an excellent sum.
"We've made a good deal." "From the herbs, we'll earn a good deal of money and won't have to worry about expenses for the next five months," Seok said happily, trying not to drop the basket full of herbs on his back.
His father laughed loudly, watching his son's reckless and impulsive behavior. "Be careful, you might get into trouble because of your recklessness."
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"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Seok pleaded, grabbing the leg of one of the elders in Madenki.
A smile appeared.A smirk of disgust crossed his lips as he delivered a kick to Seok's face.
"Aaaaaah!" Seok screamed in pain, clutching his face, which was gushing with blood.
Seok's father's gaze, filled with pain and injuries, reached for his son, but someone followed, delivering a double kick that sent Seok's son flying several meters, crashing through walls.
While Seok's father was still at SSS++ level, he was nothing compared to the City Lord's henchman.
Seok's father's body appeared, riddled with fractures and completely immobile.
A cold smile spread across the faces of the City Lord and his followers as they watched Seok and his father's plight. The City Lord of Makindi spoke, "Kill these damned vermin. Mere trash. They're just trying to ruin my sweetheart's day. So annoying, so annoying."
Spock's eyes shriveled to the size of a pin, a dark aura of murderous intent emanating from his body. His eyes glowed white, and his hair floated in the sky.
Seok stood up He rose from his seat without saying a word, muttering under his breath as his body swayed. "Anyone who harms Seok must die. Seok is furious. Whoever upsets Seok will die. You are all mere vermin that must be crushed."
Confusion spread across everyone's faces. The Lord of Makindi City spoke, bewildered, "What the hell is going on?"
He then composed himself. "Kill this damned clown!"
Seok glared at him, a look that sent him and his lover sprawling to the ground.
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"What the hell is going on? How can he be so powerful?" the Lord of Makindi exclaimed, staring at the mangled corpses of his followers.
His gaze shifted to Seok, covered in the blood of his followers, and he approached, his face black with fear.
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The Lord of Makindi City and his lover floated in mid-air as Seok watched them coldly. Killer
Tears streamed down his lover's face as she gasped for air. "P...please...have...mercy."
Seok turned to her, repeating his earlier words, "Anyone who hurts Seok must die. Seok is furious. Anyone who makes Seok sad will die. You are all just insects to be crushed."
"Mercy is something you will never see. He who shows no mercy will receive no mercy."
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Seok opened his eyes to find his father unconscious, his face and clothes covered in dried blood, but physically unharmed.
Seok looked around to see destruction and blood. Several mutilated bodies lay scattered around him, while his own body was covered in blood.
Half of Madinki City had been completely destroyed in just a few minutes since the start of the incident.
"What the hell happened?" "
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"Wow, the weather is great today, isn't it, Yi Rim?" Seok said happily as he swam in a lake near his village.
Yi Rim, only four years old, clung to him, a little afraid of drowning. "Yes, it's very nice, but please let go."
A faint smile appeared on Seok's face as he patted her head. A rash appeared on her face as she placed her hand on his stomach.
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"Brother, stop. I'm fine. You don't have to do all this," Yi Rim said fearfully, looking at Seok, who was in a frenzy, killing a group of mercenaries who wanted to kidnap her.
On the other side, Suho lay unconscious, warm crimson blood flowing from his forehead and head.
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The mercenaries' expressions were a mixture of shock and disbelief. Everything was against them. Even their own strength was working against them.
"Who in the world could do that?"
"I don't really know, but he's a monster, a devil. He killed our comrades in such a brutal way. We have to escape."
"Yes, right now, escape is the best option."
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The black faces of the mercenaries slammed against the walls of Seok's private dome.
"What in the name of hell is happening? There's a dome blocking our escape!"
"We have to escape. Our lives depend on it."
They all launched attacks against the invisible dome wall, but nothing changed. All their attempts were futile.
"The fate of anyone who angers Seok is death."
Seok's words were enough to instill fear in the hearts of each of them.
They turned their gazes toward him, their faces filled with fear and utter terror, and they fell flat on their backsides.
Seok raised his hand against them, and a powerful scream shook the forest. Completely
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
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Seok opened his eyes to find himself lying on the ground, his sister Yi-rim embracing him, their clothes and faces covered in blood.
Seok's gaze was filled with confusion as he turned to Soo-ho, who lay unconscious on a tree root.
"What happened here? There's blood and bodies everywhere," he said, bewildered, looking around. Blood was everywhere, and the bodies of mercenaries were so mutilated that it was impossible to tell if they were human or not.
Seok shook Yi-rim, only to find her unconscious for some unknown reason.
He leaned against a tree trunk, still clinging tightly to his sister.
"There's nothing to be afraid of. Everything is fine," he murmured softly.
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"Congratulations, Mr. Shihai, on the birth of your child," said the village midwife. Happily, she held a small child in her lap.
Shin-hae gazed lovingly and warmly at Seok, who was still a baby, before taking him from her and placing him in her arms.
"Your name is Seok."
Shin-hae rose to kiss her son gently while stroking his black hair.
A beautiful smile appeared on Seok's face as he looked at his mother.
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"What do you want? Give my son back!" Shin-hae cried out angrily as she glared at the followers of the Sunday Masters of Makito City.
A smile appeared on the face of the leader of the group of followers as Tarta and Seok's father, Tarta, looked at her. He spoke arrogantly, "Master Xin-hae Ri wants to have a son born on the same day as hers, as a game, and on Tuesday, May 23rd, at 8:56 PM, which is the same day, month, hour, and minute as Master Xin-hae Ri's."
"Therefore, it is best that you accept that your son is "A newborn toy for the master to experience motherhood and you will die."
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"What's happening? How can a child be this strong?" the leader of the Followers' Squad said, looking at the infant who wasA charcoal-black aura hovered around him.
Seok reached for the squad leader, who began to rise as his bones shattered and his internal organs deformed.
"Aghhhhhhhh!" the squad leader groaned in unbearable pain as blood gushed from his body.
His body began to shrink inward, becoming a tiny ball the size of a child's palm, which then exploded.
The room was filled with the blood, flesh, and bones of a squad leader belonging to Xinhae Ri, scattered throughout Seok's house.
The gazes of Xinhae Ri's surviving followers, his mother Shihee, the village midwife, and Seok's father were all in unimaginable shock.
Their eyes were fixed on the newborn Seok, who hovered in the air, his charcoal-black hair swirling, his eyes glowing with a white light.
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Shihee patted the sleeping Seok's stomach, cradling it as She smiled faintly, trying to hide her shock.
"How could you have been a terrifying being, created to be an instrument of death, and yet you're just a baby, unable to leave your mother's embrace?"
Seok grasped his mother Shihee's arm, placing it against his chest.
Both of Seok's hands were gripping his mother's arm, refusing to let go. This made her laugh at Seok's strange behavior, as his expression betrayed a slight annoyance.
"I wish you a happy life, my son Seok," her voice was warm, full of love and genuine concern for her son, whose first experience in this world had been death and blood.
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In a reality outside of his unconsciousness, Seok's eyes began to open with difficulty.
A sharp headache prevented him from opening them, and this continued for several minutes before his eyes finally opened, black.
He found himself inside a dome, a hybrid between an invisibility dome, an isolation dome, and a healing dome, which he had found from Whether it was on its own or perhaps because he was in an unstable state, he activated it while in a state of unconsciousness. This was the possibility that Seok considered more logical than the dome appearing out of nowhere.
A deep sigh escaped Seok's lips as he stared blankly ahead, speaking in a disbelieving tone as he recalled what had happened. "Did I do all that? Kill so many people when I was in a state of chaos? From the day I was born, I didn't understand anything."
Seok rose with great difficulty and looked outside the dome, where a war was still raging, and their side was winning.
Seok felt a sense of satisfaction; 90% of the credit was due to him and his domes, something none of the students or professors present could deny, no matter how hard they tried.
The character Compass appears for a chapter or two and then disappears, doing something that the main characters couldn't. It's truly ridiculous.
Seok then deactivated the dome that had been loading him, since he was in the ranks The background was relatively safe.
Seok's steps were unsteady, preoccupied with something he didn't yet understand and hadn't had time to grasp.
In the end, war leaves no room for self-reflection, physical well-being, or anything else.
Seok's eyes searched the area for any sign of Suho, but found nothing, which worried him somewhat.
"What's going on here?" Seok spoke with difficulty, looking at the students and professors who, having recovered, were heading to the front lines.
He was shocked by the indifference of several professors and students, and he fell to the ground in the crush.
"Get out of my way, you bastard! Get out of my way!" One of the professors kicked Seok in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground as warm crimson blood gushed from his ear, nose, and mouth.
His condition was pitiful: torn clothes soaked in dried blood, dirty, burnt hair, and something with dried blood on it, making him appear to be floating in the air. He looked like a madman, his face half red with blood, the other half a layer of mud and dried blood.
Seok said nothing, his gaze blank, filled with despair and sorrow, as he looked at the students and professors he had saved from death.
But they saw him only as a tool to be used; after all, it was the human mentality that only cared for each other for its own benefit.