"Where is this?" Mark asked as he felt everything was darkness. He couldn't feel his form, and worse, he didn't know where he was or how he got here.
His mind was blank, no mories, no thoughts, nothing to grasp. But Mark didn't have to wonder for long before his mories ca rushing back, and imdiately, everything brightened.
Finally, Mark saw his body.
Not the half-beast, half-god body he once had has his wolf form. And not his current god-race body either but his forr human body.
He was curled up on the ground, completely naked, staring straight ahead.
Glitch…
Space shifted and distorted as visions of his past life began to play.
"Why this?" Mark asked.
But there was no response. Nothing. Just silence as Mark watched.
He was rely an observer or more precisely, a watcher.
He didn't understand why, but the more he watched, the more he rembered the past he had left behind.
The wars he had fought in.
The betrayal of his friends.
His coldness. His detachnt.
How he beca an assassin, killing wealthy people for money.
How he fell in love, only to return ho and find them dead.
How he cried and wept.
How he burned the house and left, becoming a rcenary.
And finally, how he retired and ca to a realization.
Power cos in many forms.
Using Earth as an example, money creates Power. The richest n in the world are more powerful than so-called world leaders.
The true elite are those who move money, who destroy countries.
Mark had seen enough to understand that without power, one was nothing but a pawn in their gas. And before he left that world, he realized sothing else.
The so-called world leaders were actually servants beneath the elite. Controlled. Chosen. Replaced at will.
And now, in a world where money was aningless but physical power reigned supre, it was even clearer.
Take Kira, for example born as the daughter of a god who beca a God King.
Mark knew it.
Her father would never allow Kira to stop at the peak of Rank 3. He would use his blood on her, even if it took a devastating toll on himself, just to secure his bloodline.
But would he do the sa for Mark?
No. Definitely not.
Who would help soone who wasn't their blood?
So Mark desired power.
The mont he ca to this realization, the mories fragnted and shattered, drifting away.
"Is this just to make realize what I desire?" Mark asked again.
No response.
But this ti, the white space changed and revealed a terrifying mory.
Born from a shell.
Killing imdiately to survive.
Entering a mountain and reaching a second "abyss."
Wars. Death. Growth. Mating with other creatures. Being hunted.
Mark was stunned.
At first, as an observer, he followed the life of a demon one that barely watched from its shell before dying in a hatching war.
Then he jumped into another demon.
And another.
Most of them died.
Those that survived were several tis stronger than the ones he had watched before.
Until finally, he witnessed a demon destroying a universe.
He had lived through the lives of thousands of demons, jumping to another whenever one died. He understood the brutality.
The hatred.
Everything.
"A race cursed to destruction," Mark muttered.
Imdiately, his body weakened. It spasd uncontrollably.
The entire space began shaking violently.
Mark didn't know what was happening before he slipped into a trance.
"No… a race created from chaos. The embodint of destruction," Mark said as he snapped out of it, finally understanding.
The white space imdiately stabilized.
A single drop of blood appeared before him.
"Void's blood," Mark muttered as realization dawned.
The blood rged into Mark, and he lost consciousness.
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Back in reality…
Boom!
A massive explosion erupted, carrying enough power to erase a multi-universe.
The orb shattered as a new being erged.
Void casually waved his hand, and the energy capable of erasing a multi-universe vanished.
Kira and Marcule felt overwhelming pressure crash down on them as they dropped to their knees.
Bam.
Bam.
Their knees smashed into the slab beneath them, cracking it, as they finally saw who stood beside Void.
"Is this still Mark?" Marcule asked in shock.
Kira was just as stunned.
The aura radiating from Mark was identical to Void's.
Was Mark a Quasi Rank 4 being?
"Congratulations on your breakthrough," Void said with a laugh as Mark's eyes glowed crimson red.
Seven curved wings unfurled from his back, filled with dark feathers that absorbed all surrounding light.
A tail swayed slowly from side to side.
"Thank you," Mark replied or at least, it should have been Mark's voice.
But it had changed.
The voice was unfamiliar to Kira and Marcule , cold, chilling, and seemingly echoing from the abyss itself.
Four horns.
Two crimson-red eyes.
A human-like expression with a sharp jawline.
He stood over two ters tall.
His muscular fra was covered in dark scales, streaked with swirling purple lights.
A terrifying Origin enveloped him, tendrils stretching outward, an Origin of Chaos, disrupting the flow of everything around it.
Void smirked.
Quasi Rank 4?
This was terrifying.
But then ca the problem.
If Mark was Quasi Rank 4 aning the sa realm as Void how could he beco Void's slave?
(Congratulations on gaining a slave.)
The system's voice rang out as Void's eyes widened.
Wait—what the fuck?
Didn't the system say Void's slave couldn't be in the sa realm as him?
"System, what's going on?" Void asked, stunned.
(Since the host will always be stronger than slaves within the sa realm, the condition has been modified. The slave simply cannot exceed the host's realm.)
"Damn…" Void muttered with a grin.
"Man, that ans Linkir can finally attack ,cough. Her dream is going to co true once we're in the sa realm," Void chuckled.
(Host should not forget,you are still dying. You must break through to Rank 4.)
"Yes, yes, I know, damn it," Void replied as he turned his gaze back to Mark's new form.
Kira resisted the crushing aura and forced herself to stand.
Her body creaked as parts of her clothing disintegrated, but her eyes remained locked on Mark.
"That aura… it's the sa as Void's," Kira said slowly.
"Does that an you're a demon now?"
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