The year 2008 brought Kaelthyr many realizations and set him on a journey he might still regret deep down. One night, he stumbled upon a taleâjust a web novelâbut it portrayed an incubus in a way he had never imagined.
Oh wait... thatâs right.
It was described exactly as heâd witnessed the night everything changedâfrom the lustful behavior to the tails and horns. At the time, it all felt unbelievable to Kaelthyr, who had thought it was only supposed to be fantasy... something born from human boredom.
"Just why..." Kaelthyr kept muttering as scenes from his past life played out before him.
He had no idea that with each memory he saw, it was being wiped away entirely... until, when it was over, he would no longer be the person he used to be.
After novels came religion after religion... He learned of gods, tales of mythical beasts, and so much more. By the end of 2008, he had retired from being a lawyer, dedicating himself entirely to uncovering hidden truths.
Yet it was in that very same year that his journey came to an end.
How?
Well...
HONKKKK!!!!
BANG!!!!!
Yes, he was hit by a truck... On his way back to the home, he had bought for himself and his kids, he died. But his death was no coincidence... though how could he have known that?
And as he watched his final memory of Earth, he heard a sound from behind him.
"Pfft!"
"Dude, you really died to a damn truck?"
Kaelthyr turned around, his eyes dim and hollow, and whether surprised or not, there stood his beloved disciple with that trademark smile.
It should be known that Ash never missed a chance to use his Eyes of First Dawn foresight, especially when stepping into unknown territory, so he knew his master was bound to run into trouble.
He remembered all too well how he and Celeste had watched the man descend into a mindless, bitter wreck.
âJust pitiful,â Ash thought, shaking his head.
He meant itâheâd been there since the start.
For Ash, making something happen was as easy as a thought, as long as it was within his limits.
And materializing into someoneâs soul?
That was nothing more than creating a simple red button. It wasnât much to brag about, just a tool to shift a personâs soul to any location for a day. In Ashâs case, he was his soulâstanding there in the flesh, speaking directly to Kaelthyrâs soul form.
"Br... Brat! How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough, my guy... long enough," Ash replied, leaning casually on Kaelthyrâs shoulder as they watched the memories together.
"You know, Earth year 2008 was pretty special... it was also the year I was born," Ash said with a grin.
For some time, heâd been teasing his master about the whole Transmigrator nonsense, always using Earth slang in front of Kaelthyr on purpose. Even if heâd use it anyway, he made sure to do it when the guy was around.
"You knew..." Kaelthyr muttered with a small scoff.
"Duh, I also know about that shitty system of yours," Ash replied, making Kaelthyr frown.
"Hoâ"
He started to ask, but Ash cut him off.
"Letâs skip the small talk, Master. You know Iâm OP as hell, so drop the act," Ash said, rising from his shoulder and turning away.
"You should wake up. The more of these memories you watch, the more you lose. Iâve managed to save all the memories here so far, but my time is running out."
With that, he summoned the first soulâpitch black and radiating abyssal essence. Ash explained its uses before handing over an amulet identical to Celesteâs and disappearing.
Kaelthyr smiled as he gazed at the floating soul and the amulet.
"Damned brat," he muttered, shaking his head before recalling memories of his first time in a new world.
"Haha! I, Kaelthyr Nocturne, will repay every grievance ever dealt to meâstarting with those damned Lust Demons!"
With a roar, he placed the amulet around his neck, feeling it immediately fusing his soul with the first soul.
As he roared this he put on the Amulet that immediately began to fuse his soul with the first soul.
The fusion was flawless and completeâKaelthyrâs soul form extended, tendrils of vampiric shadow weaving into the abyssal black essence like roots sinking into rich soil. There was no struggle, no battle of wills; the First Soul yielded without hesitation.
Ancient sword mastery flooded into him in a surge of cold, razor-sharp clarityâcountless battles, flawless strikes, and millions of yearsâ worth of skill.
His soul swelled, the darkness condensing into an unbreakable void, the Eternal Heart of Night beating stronger as abyssal energy fortified every part of his being.
It was effortless, perfect unityâtwo timeless powers merging into one, Kaelthyrâs eyes flew open, blazing with steady, unshakable resolve.
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Out in the Central Fractured Zone, Kaelthyr was almost completely goneâhis body slowly worn away until only his soul remained. But the instant the First Soul merged with him, he erupted in a burst of pure darkness.
HUMMMM!!!!
Calling it darkness wouldnât do it justice.
It was like an endless void...
And by now, the two Abyssal Lords had been battling Kaelthyr for six hours.
Theyâd already unleashed their Precepts and more, yet Kaelthyr fought like no one else... even without a mind.
One couldnât forget he possessed a titleâone that was utterly broken.
Kaelthyr was considered an anomaly, meaning certain aspects of reality simply didnât apply to him.
So, as he fought on, breaking boundaries without end, whenever he was cornered, he always managed to find a way outâthough not without a scratch or worse.
Being an anomaly didnât just mean he could do things others shouldnât be able to.
It was far more complex, enabling him to achieve feats that seemed utterly impossibleâlike momentarily wielding the very concepts his foes depended upon.
Yet, in this moment, it didnât matter. Kaelthyrâs eyes gleamed in the pitch-black darkness as he spoke.
|Abyssal Severance|
It was a talent that burst forth in full force.
Kaelthyr made a simple circular swing of his blade, and in that moment, a halo of sword energy enveloped him and surged outward in an instant.
HUMMMMM!!!!!
The Two Abyssal Lords tried to defend, but the sword arc sliced through every barrier as Kaelthyr declared, "No defense shall impede my sword!"
He wore a smile, having just gained this new ability.
With the First Soul, heâd gained near limitless sword knowledge and potential, far surpassing anything heâd ever known. But that wasnât allâhe also acquired powers that were downright broken.
Now, impossibly, he possessed a new core.
Normally, to ascend to the Void Emperor rank, one must destroy their core.
Yet Kaelthyr now had something called the Refusal Core, an (???) aspect granted by the First Soul that let him reject any external force, limited only by his rank. If he wished, no Precept, concept, law, or anything else could touch him.
He lived by his own rules and thoughts alone.
As he stood in the skies, watching the two Abyssal lords obliterated down to their very soulsâsouls now absorbed into Kaelthyr, another welcome perkâhe felt the surge of power. But before he could lose himself in it too much...
CRACK!
CRACK!
BOOOOM!!!!
The egg, drifting millions of kilometers away, slowly opened.