Arther's consciousness slowly returned. His eyelids fluttered open, only to be met with complete and utter darkness. There was no sound, no wind just an overwhelming silence pressing against him from all sides.
“Where... am I?” he muttered, pushing himself up from the cold, invisible ground.
As his eyes adjusted, a massive stone door slowly emerged in the distance, covered in ancient, intricate patterns that pulsed faintly with dark mana. Curious and cautious, Arther approached it. He pced his hands on the cold surface and tried to push it open.
Nothing.
“Tch… Why the hell won’t it open?” he growled in frustration.
He circled the door, examining its surface. Eventually, he noticed that the patterns weren’t just for decoration they resembled ancient magical channels. With a deep breath, Arther poured his dark mana into the patterns. The door began to tremble and crumble, slowly grinding open.
A wave of heat rushed out. From within, a figure stepped forward a being engulfed in burning dark fmes, his shape only vaguely human.
“You... Are you the one he chose?” the fming figure asked, his voice like a whisper ced with thunder.
Without waiting for an answer, the figure stepped closer and pced a finger on Arther’s forehead.
“From this moment forth, you shall carry the power and techniques of Kurojin, the Dark God.”
Arther’s mind went bnk.
Fshes of battle and destruction surged through his consciousness. He witnessed the swordpy, magic, and rage of Kurojin. Every motion, every strike, every spell carved itself into Arther’s memory. He gasped, falling to his knees, suddenly back to the reality. A bck ste floated before him.
Congratutions. Synchronization complete. You may now access the abilities of the Dark God.
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STATUS
NAMR: ARTERLVL : 1HP: 2,500MP : 10,00FATIGUE : 0ADDITIONAL STATUS
STRENGTH 142HEALTH 101AGILITY 121INTELLIGENCE 88ADDITIONAL STATE10---
SKILLS
Dark Sword Style: C+ (Upgradeable)
Mana Handling: A- (Upgradeable)
Mana Regeneration: A (Upgradeable)
Dark Berserker: E (Upgradeable)
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INVENTORY
Dark God’s Mana-Morphing Weapon [Level 10] [Absolute Relic]
[Ring Form]
[Sword Form]
[?]
[?]
[UNLOCKS MORE FORM AS USER LVL INCREASE]
Dark God’s Armor [Absolute Relic] (Equipped)
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Title: Successor of the Dark God (Effects: Unknown)
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Arther stared at the ste, blinking in confusion. “What... is all this? I don’t understand it fully, but... my body feels lighter. My mana flows more freely...”
Before he could question further, a magic circle formed in front of him. Taking a step forward, he was instantly transported back to the dungeon’s entrance. The moment he emerged, the entire structure began to colpse behind him. Adventurers nearby rushed to the scene, drawn by the dungeon’s sudden destruction, but found no trace of its clearer Arther had already vanished, choosing to avoid the attention.
Three days passed.
As Arther neared his home, his steps slowed.
Smoke.
His eyes widened. His house his home was in fmes. The building was completely destroyed, a horrifying sight of charred wood and debris. Yamikage y on the ground, bleeding and motionless. Towering over the ruin stood a majestic, gleaming white dragon, its golden eyes locked onto Arther.
The dragon's voice rumbled like divine judgment.
“At st, you return. I’ve been waiting.”
Arther’s blood ran cold.
“I am Shinseiryu, the Divine Holy Dragon. Right hand of the Holy Dragon God. I have come to take your life... and the life of that traitor, Yamikage.”
Arther stood frozen, fury and fear cshing inside him.
This... was only the beginning of hell life the dark god mention.
To be continued......
