Where will he drift next?
He does not know.
He simply appears somewhere… and then departs again.
Even he cannot tell where the currents of the multiverse will carry him.
At this point, he no longer knows which universe was once his home.
Like a buoy drifting upon endless waves, he is caught in the storms between dimensions, washed ashore in lands he has never seen before.
But there is one fortunate truth.
His prey appears everywhere.
Across countless dimensions.
In every universe.
Even in the vacuum of space…even within black holes…
They never die out.
The ultimate lifeforms.
The Dragons.
The reason for his birth was simple:
The extermination of the ultimate lifeform.
In the world where he was created, he was manufactured through cloning technology—already considered outdated even there. His genetic code was engineered specifically for combat.
Nanomachines were implanted throughout his body.
He could release them from within himself, forming a powerful armored suit around his body.
With nothing but that suit and his own strength, he hunts the Dragons.
His body may be torn apart.
Pain may twist his mind.
His spirit may fracture under the weight of endless battles.
Still—
he is alone.
He is nothing more than a traveler.
No parents.
No companions.
Only the reason he was born.
His raison d'être.
And so he continues to fight.
And he continues to travel.
Across the infinite universes.
Forever drifting.
The Traveler — End