Satoshi exhaled.
Then he turned to the others.
"Well?"
Athena looked worried.
Liam's golden eyes were sharp.
Amelia was grinning.
Camila—was unreadable.
But none of them told him to stop.
None of them told him to turn back.
Because they already knew—
Satoshi was not the type to leave a puzzle unsolved.
And so, with reckless amusement, he turned back to the veiled figure.
"Alright, Moon Clan."
His Eyes of Wrath burned.
"What's our next move?"
The veiled figure hesitated.
And then—they answered.
"We find the ones who erased him."
And just like that—
They stepped into a war that no one else could see.
A war that had already erased its first King.
A war that heaven refused to acknowledge.
A war that should not exist.
But now—
Satoshi was in it.
And whatever was watching?
It had finally turned its gaze toward him.
The Path to Greed
The silver moonlight rippled.
The Moon Clan had spoken.
The Sin of Greed—the next piece of this grand, impossible puzzle—was waiting in another world.
A world where gates to the Demon Realm never stopped appearing.
A world where power dictated survival.
A world where those with strength became hunters.
A world that stood at the edge of constant war.
The World of Hunters.
Satoshi exhaled, running a hand through his hair.
"Huh. Sounds fun."
The veiled figure of the Moon Clan tilted their head. "Fun is a dangerous word in that world."
Satoshi just grinned.
"Sounds even better, then."
The Sin of Greed
Camila crossed her arms. "What do we know about this Sin of Greed?"
The Moon Clan was silent for a moment.
Then—
"His name is Lucius."
The air shifted.
Not from power.
But from something else.
As if the very act of speaking his name had made reality itself take notice.
The veiled figure's voice was slow, deliberate.
"He is not like the others."
"Unlike you, unlike Liam, unlike Amelia—he was not chosen by fate."
A pause.
"He took the Eyes of Greed for himself."
Athena's breath caught. "He… stole them?"
The veiled figure nodded.
"Yes."
"And he has not stopped taking since."
A Hunter That Preys on Everything
The Sin of Greed was unlike the others.
He did not wait for fate.
He did not rely on destiny.
He did not accept the will of the universe.
He took.
And he never stopped.
"Lucius is the strongest hunter in that world," the Moon Clan continued.
"He does not just hunt demons."
"He hunts skills."
"He hunts relics."
"He hunts everything."
And then—the final truth.
"He does not just seek power."
"He seeks dominion."
Liam frowned. "Dominion?"
The veiled figure's silver eyes gleamed.
"He wants to own everything."
Before They Left—The Sun Clan Awaits
The path was set.
The World of Hunters awaited.
The Sin of Greed was within reach.
And yet—Liam and Athena did not move.
Satoshi turned to them, raising an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"
Liam's golden Eyes of Pride burned.
"…Before we go," he said, "I need to meet the rest of my clan."
Athena nodded, gripping Satoshi's sleeve. "I want to see them too."
Satoshi blinked.
And then—he grinned.
"Alright," he said. "Let's go meet the Sun Clan."
The clan of radiant gods.
The embodiment of celestial authority.
The strongest of the Four Great Clans.
The next move had been made.
And now—the Sun Clan would learn that the world had changed.
The Radiance That Burns
The Sun Clan.
The strongest of the Four Great Clans of the Higher Realms.
The rulers of divine might.
The beings who had walked beside the gods themselves.
Satoshi, Amelia, Camila, Liam, and Athena stood before their gates.
And for the first time since arriving in this realm—they felt resistance.
Not fear.
Not hesitation.
Not weakness.
But an unyielding force.
A presence that did not ask—
Did not negotiate—
Did not recognize—
It simply was.
The Golden Gates of Heaven
The Sun Clan's domain was not a city.
It was a throne carved into the world itself.
A kingdom that did not bow to reality—but enforced it.
Where the heavens above did not shine upon them—but obeyed them.
Their gates were vast, forged from pure celestial gold, inscribed with laws of dominion.
These were not barriers.
These were judgments.
And before those gates—stood the guards.
Not warriors.
Not soldiers.
Not gods.
But something worse.
The Sun Wardens.
Living laws of existence itself, forged from the very essence of divine authority.
They did not see Satoshi and the others as enemies.
They did not see them as threats.
They saw them as intruders.
As those who had not been granted permission to stand here.
And so—the judgment was given.
"Leave."
The Sin of Pride Steps Forward
Liam exhaled.
His golden Eyes of Pride pulsed.
The Sun Wardens had spoken.
The gates had been sealed.
The law had been enforced.
But Liam?
Liam was also a Sun.
And a Sun did not ask.
A Sun did not beg.
A Sun did not yield.
"Step aside," Liam commanded.
His voice was not loud.
But it was law.
The air shuddered.
The Sun Wardens did not move.
Satoshi grinned. "Oh? They're ignoring you?"
Liam's golden aura burned brighter.
"I am Liam of the Sun Clan."
A step forward.
"Sin of Pride."
The golden gates trembled.
"And I will not be told where I may or may not walk."
A second step.
And the gates cracked.
A Family That Forgets Its Own
The Sun Wardens hesitated.
Because Liam was of the Sun.
Because Liam was their kin.
And yet—
They did not recognize him.
The Sun Clan had long since moved past him.
Had long since considered him irrelevant.
Because he had left.
Because he had disappeared.
Because he had not been here when they called.
And so, to them—
He was a stranger.
And strangers did not enter the Sun Clan's domain.
Not without permission.
Not without force.
Athena's Defiance
Athena trembled.
She had spent her whole life hidden away.
She had spent her whole life being told that she must be protected.
That she could not leave.
That she could not be seen.
And yet—
Here she was.
Standing before the home she had never been allowed to truly belong to.
And they did not recognize her.
Her hands clenched into fists.
And then—
She spoke.
"I am Athena."
Her voice was soft.
But it carried through the air.
And the Sun Wardens froze.
Because that name—
That was a name they knew.
That was a name they had sworn to protect.
But she was not supposed to be here.
She was not supposed to have left.
She was supposed to be hidden away, a treasure kept from the world.
And yet—here she stood.
Unbound.
Unafraid.
And that—
That was something the Sun Clan did not allow.
A Warning from the Throne
The golden gates shattered.
Not from violence.
Not from battle.
But from truth.
Liam and Athena had walked forward.
And the gates could not deny them.
A voice—vast, echoing, heavy with authority—descended from above.
"You were not summoned."
It was not anger.
It was not wrath.
It was a fact.
Because the Sun Clan did not summon those who had been cast aside.
Because to them—Liam and Athena were already forgotten.
But Liam just smirked.
He looked up at the golden throne, unseen beyond the vast palace halls.
"Then consider this a reminder."
And with that—
They stepped inside.
The Throne That Cracked
The golden halls trembled.
The laws of the Sun Clan—absolute, unshakable, eternal—wavered.
Not because of an attack.
Not because of war.
But because of a truth spoken into existence.
A truth they could not deny.
A truth they had never considered possible.
Satoshi had decided the outcome.
And that—that changed everything.
The Lords of the Sun Falter
The Lords of the Sun had ruled for eons.
They had seen gods rise and fall.
They had shaped reality itself.
They had never been questioned.
And yet—
As they looked at Satoshi, standing there with his Eyes of Wrath burning, they felt something they had never felt before.
It was not fear.
It was not doubt.
It was something worse.
It was irrelevance.
Because for the first time—their judgment did not matter.
And that—that terrified them.
A God That Walks Without Permission
"You speak as if you have already won."
One of the Lords finally spoke, his voice echoing through the golden halls.
Satoshi grinned.
"That's because I have."
The golden aura of the Sun Clan flared, pressing down upon them.
A force that had crushed empires.
A force that had burned gods to ash.
A force that had never been defied.
But Satoshi?
Satoshi simply walked forward.
And with each step—
The weight of the Sun shattered around him.
The air twisted.
The very concept of divine authority warped.
Because something far worse than power had entered these halls.
Freedom.
And the Sun Clan had no idea how to fight it.
Athena's Choice
Athena watched it happen.
Watched as the golden light of her family—
The family that had kept her caged for her entire life—
The family that had told her she was meant to be hidden, meant to be preserved, meant to be protected—
Watched as it failed.
Because Satoshi had walked through it.
Like it was nothing.
Like it had never mattered.
Like it had never been real.
And then she realized—it had never been real.
Not for Satoshi.
Not for Liam.
Not for any of them.
And if it wasn't real—
Then she didn't have to obey it.
The golden chains around her mind broke.
And in that moment—she made her choice.
She stepped forward.
Away from the Sun Clan.
Away from the throne.
Away from the cage.
Toward Satoshi.
Toward freedom.
Toward her real path.
And the Sun Lords saw it.
And they hated it.
The Sun's Judgment
The golden throne trembled.
"You would abandon your lineage?"
"You would cast away your place?"
"You would reject the Sun?"
Athena's voice was quiet.
"You never gave me a place to begin with."
The halls roared.
The laws of the Sun erupted.
"THEN YOU ARE NO LONGER OF THE SUN."
The words burned into existence—
A divine decree.
A law absolute.
An exile from eternity itself.
Athena shivered.
And then—
Satoshi laughed.
The Law That Could Not Bind
A golden flame rushed toward Athena, a force meant to erase her very name from the Sun Clan.
To strip her of her divine inheritance.
To cast her into nothing.
And then—Satoshi raised his hand.
And he took it.
Not blocked.
Not countered.
Not destroyed.
He simply took it.
And the golden law—vanished.
The Sun Lords froze.
Because that should have been impossible.
That should have never been possible.
But Satoshi tilted his head, inspecting the energy as if it was nothing more than an amusing toy.
And then he spoke.
"You think you can just decide that?"
The golden halls cracked.
His Eyes of Wrath burned brighter.
"You still don't get it, do you?"
He spread his arms.
"You don't get to make the rules anymore."
The Throne Falls
The Sun Lords moved to strike.
A final judgment.
A last attempt to erase this mistake.
But before they could—
The golden throne behind them collapsed.
Not from an attack.
Not from an outside force.
But because it had already lost.
Because the moment Satoshi spoke—
The world had already decided.
And the Sun Clan was no longer absolute.
For the first time in eternity—
The Sun had set.
And the Lords could do nothing to stop it.
Satoshi turned away, leading Athena and the others toward the exit.
"Well." He grinned. "That was fun."
And with that—
They left.
Not as exiles.
Not as criminals.
But as the ones who had taken their own path.
And the Sun Clan?
They watched them go—
Knowing that their time had ended.
And that something far worse was rising.
A Thread Across Worlds
The night before their descent, the air shifted.
Not with tension.
Not with fear.
Not with uncertainty.
But with fate itself twisting.
They had crossed worlds.
They had broken laws.
They had defied gods.
But this time—
They would be separated.
Not by enemies.
Not by distance.
But by existence itself.
Camila's Warning
Camila closed her book.
Her golden Eyes of Time flickered, her voice steady.
"This world is different."
Satoshi leaned back in his chair. "Different how?"
Camila exhaled.
"We won't be arriving as ourselves."
Liam frowned. "Then as what?"
Camila traced her finger through the air, weaving threads of causality.
"Our souls will cross over."
She paused.
"And they will inhabit versions of us that already exist in that world."
Shadows of Themselves
Athena's fingers tightened. "Versions of us?"
Camila nodded.
"This isn't possession. This isn't reincarnation."
She tapped her book.
"This is a world where everything is dictated by the Hunt."
"There are already versions of us there—living different lives, following different paths."
She met their gazes.
"Our power is connected to our souls."
And with that—the weight of reality shifted.
"So once we get into those bodies our power will come back."
The Bond That Cannot Be Broken
Athena exhaled.
"Then I'll make a skill."
Her golden aura pulsed.
"A skill that will let us find each other. No matter what."
Camila nodded. "Good."
Liam crossed his arms. "Will it work?"
Athena's Eyes of Creation flared.
"It has to."
A Power That Defies Separation
Athena closed her eyes.
She had never created an ability before.
But she had always been told she had absolute power over creation.
That she could make anything.
Now—
Now, there was no one left to stop her.
Her hands trembled as she wove her power into existence.
A concept that had never existed before.
A power that should not be possible.
And then—
She spoke it into being.
"Oathbound Souls."
Oathbound Souls—The Unbreakable Bond
The room trembled.
Reality shivered.
Golden light surged from Athena's hands, wrapping around Satoshi, Camila, Liam, and Amelia.
And then—
The power bound them.
Not with chains.
Not with force.
But with remembrance.
The skill carved itself into their very essence:
No matter where they were.
No matter what identities they took.
No matter if they forgot everything—
They would still be drawn to each other.
Even if they did not remember their names.
Even if they did not remember their pasts.
Even if the world tried to separate them.
Their souls would call out.
And one by one—
They would find each other again.
The Final Step
Athena collapsed to her knees.
She was shaking.
Satoshi caught her before she fell.
She looked up at him, tears in her golden eyes.
"It worked," she whispered.
Satoshi smirked. "Of course it did."
Camila's golden eyes scanned the lingering power. "This… should be impossible."
Amelia chuckled. "Well, so are we."
Liam exhaled. "Then let's not waste it."
They stepped forward.
And with that—
They entered the next world.
The Boy Who Was Never Meant to Survive
Darkness.
Not just the kind that covered the sky.
Not just the kind that crept into empty rooms.
But the kind that wrapped around a soul and never let go.
Satoshi gasped as his new body awakened.
But this was not rebirth.
This was not resurrection.
This was an inheritance of suffering.
And as the memories surged—
As he felt every scar, every wound, every moment of agony—
He understood.
This boy—this other Satoshi—was never given a chance to live.
And the world had laughed as it crushed him.
The First Scar—A Birthday Without Celebration
The first memory came with a pain that felt endless.
His thirteenth birthday.
The day when every child awakened their superpower.
It was supposed to be a moment of glory.
A moment when a child stepped forward and was blessed with strength.
A moment when their place in the world was revealed.
And so—he had waited.
He had stood with his classmates, heart pounding, watching as one by one, his friends ignited with light.
Some could control fire.
Some could tear through steel with their bare hands.
Some could even heal wounds with a thought.
And then—his turn came.
He closed his eyes.
He held his breath.
He waited.
And nothing happened.
A second passed.
Then two.
Then five.
Then ten.
And still—nothing.
Laughter broke the silence.
Someone whispered, "He's broken."
Someone else laughed. "No, he's worse. He's worthless."
And in that moment, his fate was sealed.
Because in the World of Hunters, those without power were less than human.
The Beginning of the End
The first time they hit him, he fought back.
The second time, he tried to run.
The third time, he begged.
By the hundredth time—he had learned not to react at all.
Because the moment he did, the pain got worse.
Because it wasn't just beatings.
It was the humiliation.
They would record him, posting the videos online with captions like:
"The Weakest Being Alive"
"Watch the Trash Try to Fight Back"
"A World Without Power Needs Entertainment"
And they would laugh.
And the world laughed with them.
His teachers did nothing.
His classmates did nothing.
His principal did nothing.
Because why would they?
He wasn't a person.
He was entertainment.
And entertainment wasn't supposed to fight back.
The Only Light That Was Taken
Then he met Olivia.
She was like him.
Powerless.
Which meant that no one else wanted to be near her.
But to him—she was the first real person he had met.
She didn't laugh at his pain.
She didn't watch from the sidelines.
She didn't pretend he didn't exist.
And suddenly—he had something to live for.