Then the veiled figure said something that flipped everything on its head: "You're not the first."
For the first time, the arrogance on Arthur's face faded. His Eyes of Wrath blazed as he studied the veiled figure, looking for any sign of deceit, but there was none. Just the truth. Liam's golden aura surged. "What do you mean?"
The veiled figure exhaled. "There was another before you," they said quietly. "Another being who should never have existed."
They paused for a moment. "But he's gone now."
The moonlight dimmed as Arthur's heart slowed. Gone. Not dead. Not erased. Just gone, like he had never been there at all. And suddenly, Arthur got it.
"Heaven isn't as solid as it looks," the veiled figure said calmly, turning towards the Higher Realms. "Sure, the Dark Clans are up to something, but do you really think they're the biggest threat?"
Liam's expression darkened. "Explain."
The veiled figure's silver eyes glowed. "There are forces out there that don't want to be seen," they said, tracing symbols in the air that twisted and burned. Entities that don't follow any rules, not even those the Judges of Heaven are scared of." Then, they turned back to Arthur. "And you're treading on their turf."
The moment they spoke, the space around them shook. Something shifted in the shadows beyond, listening and watching. Then, unexpectedly, the veiled figure knelt down.
Before Arthur.
The whole Moon Clan followed suit.
Arthur blinked, then smirked. "Oh?"
The veiled figure lowered their head. "You're an anomaly," they said softly.
"A mistake that shouldn't exist. A force that never should have been born."
Their silver eyes shone. "And yet, you're right here."
After a pause, they lifted their gaze.
"The Moon Clan knows everything. We see what others can't. And we know that if you keep going down this path"
The air warped and the sky cracked.
"You're going to break this world."
Arthur's Eyes of Wrath flickered.
Liam's vibe turned dark.
Amelia's smile disappeared.
Camila stayed quiet.
Athena gripped Arthur's sleeve tightly.
For the first time, Arthur felt unsure.
He realized the Moon Clan wasn't lying.
Deep down, he knew they were right.
But even so, Arthur just smirked and stepped forward.
"Then let's have some fun." The Moon Clan responded together, "As you wish, King of Chaos."
The moonlight flickered, and the air shifted with knowledge, not power.
The Moon Clan didn't wield strength; they dealt in truths.
With them kneeling before Arthur, they had decided it was time to reveal something big.
Camila's golden eyes flared. "Are you saying" she paused, carefully choosing her words, "that Arthur is going to become something like the King of Sin?"
The Moon Clan didn't rush to answer. Their silence said everything. Finally, the veiled figure nodded slowly. "Yes." And with that one word, the very fabric of their reality changed.
Everyone froze. Arthur tilted his head, confused.
"Huh?" Liam's golden Eyes of Pride narrowed, questioning, "King of Sin?" Amelia leaned against a moonlit pillar, smirking.
"That's a new one." Athena clutched Arthur's sleeve, clearly worried.
"What… is that?" But Camila wasn't smiling; she knew better. She had glimpsed fragments and whispers in time, parts of history that shouldn't even exist.
Now she wanted answers.
She turned her gaze back to the Moon Clan.
"Tell them." The veiled figure took a deep breath. "
The King of Sin was someone who had all seven Eyes of Sin.
" The room fell silent. "He wasn't human."
"He wasn't a god." "He wasn't tied to the rules of any realm."
they spoke the words that should've stayed unspoken. "He stood above existence itself."
Arthur blinked in surprise. Liam's expression darkened.
Amelia frowned. Athena trembled. And Camila's jaw tightened
She had dreaded this answer.
Then Liam asked, "What powers did he have?"
The Moon Clan fell silent for a moment.
Then the veiled figure raised a hand
Reality shifted.
Not through force or magic, but through knowledge itself.
Once they said it, the truth became real.
"He had all the abilities of the Seven Eyes of Sin."
Arthur's Eyes of Wrath flickered; of course, that made sense.
But then the veiled figure dropped a bombshell.
"Plus, he unlocked two abilities that shouldn't even exist."
As they spoke, something changed
Not just in the room, but in reality itself.
These weren't just powers; they were beyond comprehension.
The first was "Alpha Reality."
The veiled figure's voice was almost a whisper, but it echoed throughout existence
. "The King of Sin had limitless control over the Alpha Reality." "Alpha Reality is the source of everything." "Every world, every timeline, every possibility, it all comes from here."
"A being who controls the Alpha Reality doesn't just rule over universes; they shape the very foundation of reality."
"They can create, manipulate, or delete all kinds of existence."
"They're not tied to rules or limits." "They're the beginning, the end, and the law."
Then the veiled figure hesitated, as if saying the next truth was a dangerous move.
But they had already started. So they kept going.
"And yet"
There was a pause.
"There was a power even greater than that."
Arthur could feel it. A weird sensation. Like something was watching him. Something way beyond heaven. Something outside of everything.
The second power was revealed.
Reader – The One Who Exists Beyond Existence.
The moment those words slipped from the veiled figure's lips
The sky split apart.
Not cracked. Not shattered.
Fractured.
As if something outside of reality itself had turned its gaze toward them.
The veiled figure spoke softly, choosing each word carefully.
"The King of Sin wasn't just a ruler of reality."
"He wasn't just a god, a force, a supreme being."
"No."
"He was the Reader."
Liam's golden aura flickered. "Reader?"
The veiled figure nodded.
"The Reader isn't bound by anything."
"Not by existence."
"Not by fiction."
"Not by omnipotence."
"The Reader is beyond all things."
Arthur's heartbeat slowed. He finally got it.
"The world," the veiled figure whispered, "is a story."
"The laws of reality are just words."
"Power, divinity, existence itself, they're all just narrative elements."
"And the Reader sees it all."
"They don't manipulate reality like a god."
"They don't rise above it like an outsider."
"They simply know."
"And because they know, nothing can touch them."
"They aren't part of the story."
"They're the one who reads it."
At that moment
Arthur let out a laugh.
A quiet, eerie chuckle.
Not from arrogance. Not from confidence.
But because this was fun.
He turned to Camila.
"So what do you think?"
His Eyes of Wrath flickered.
"Do I sound like a King to you?"
Camila didn't answer.
Because she didn't know what to think.
Because she truly feared
Deep down
That the Moon Clan was right.
That Arthur was on the same path.
And that nothing in existence could stop him.
Arthur's laughter faded, but its echoes lingered.
Not in the air. Not in the room.
But in reality itself.
Something had shifted.
Not a change. Not a disturbance.
But an acknowledgment.
The fabric of existence had listened to what the Moon Clan said
And hadn't denied it.
Camila clenched her fists.
Liam's golden Eyes of Pride blazed.
Amelia breathed out, her Eyes of Lust calculating.
Athena clung to Arthur's sleeve, trembling.
Because for the first time
The path ahead was foggy.
For the first time
They were told what he was becoming.
And for the first time
The world didn't push back.
A Future That Should Not Be.
The veiled figure from the Moon Clan watched them closely.
"You laugh," they said softly, "but you don't deny it."
Arthur cocked his head, eyes shining. "Should I?"
"You should," the figure replied gently.
"Because the last person who walked this path is no longer here."
Liam's voice cut through sharply. "What happened to him?"
A pause.
The truth.
"He disappeared."
Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Disappeared how?"
The veiled figure's tone remained calm.
"He didn't die."
"He wasn't erased."
"He didn't ascend."
"He just was no more."
A Missing Piece in Reality.
Camila's Eyes of Time spun wildly.
She tried to look back.
To see where this King of Sin had been.
To figure out where his fate had ended.
But there was nothing.
Not an absence. Not a void.
Not even a trace.
Just, nothing.
As if the story itself had been rewritten to erase him.
Her voice was quiet.
"What could do that?"
The veiled figure shook their head.
"We have no idea."
And that
That was what scared them the most. Because the Moon Clan usually knew everything.
They knew the names of long-forgotten gods.
They knew the weak spots of beings beyond time.
They knew how to find things that should never be found.
This single truth, this moment in existence
Had been wiped clean even from them.
Arthur's grin widened.
"So let me get this straight."
He raised a hand, sketching a shape in the air.
A random pattern.
Or maybe
A symbol only he got.
"You're telling me that someone with all seven Eyes of Sin, plus those two crazy abilities"
His Eyes of Wrath blazed.
"just disappeared?"
The veiled figure nodded.
"Yeah."
Arthur chuckled.
"Then tell me…"
His voice dropped.
"Who was keeping an eye on things?"
The veiled figure stiffened.
Because that
That was the real question.
Someone had taken out the King of Sin.
Someone had done the impossible.
Which meant.
Someone was above all that.
And when Arthur voiced those words
The sky flickered.
The air shivered.
The Moon Clan lowered their heads.
Because they knew.
The moment you speak a forbidden truth
It listens.
A Shadow in the Light
A chilly breeze swept through the realm.
The silver moonlight dimmed.
Not gone.
Not snuffed out.
Dimmed.
Like something was watching.
Something had heard.
Was considering responding.
Arthur smirked.
"Looks like I'm getting close."
Athena tightened her grip on his arm.
Liam's aura flared up.
Amelia's Eyes of Lust glowed.
Camila closed her book slowly.
Because this was no longer just a theory.
This wasn't just some lost past.
Something was here.
Something had heard them.
It was interesting.
The veiled figure spoke carefully.
"You've got to be careful."
Their voices were softer now.
Because this was no longer just about knowing.
It was about surviving.
"If you keep down this path," they whispered, "you'll hit a point where reality itself will try to erase you."
Arthur grinned.
"Sounds like a wild ride."
The veiled figure hesitated.
"You don't get it."
Their silver eyes shone.
"The heavens fear you."
"The Dark Clans are after you."
"The Judges couldn't judge you."
"But this?"
They pointed toward the flickering air.
"This is something else entirely."
A pause.
"There's a reason we don't talk about the King of Sin."
A longer pause.
"Because those who try to understand him"
The silver light dimmed even more.
"don't return."
Arthur 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
Arthur 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.
They answered.
"We find the ones who erased him."
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
Arthur was in it.
And whatever was watching?
It had finally turned its gaze toward him.
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.
Arthur exhaled, running a hand through his hair.
"Huh. Sounds fun."
The veiled figure of the Moon Clan tilted its head. "Fun is a dangerous word in that world."
Arthur just grinned.
"Sounds even better, then."
Camila crossed her arms. "What do we know about this Sin of Greed?"
The Moon Clan was silent for a moment.
"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 talking since."
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."
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."
The path was set.
The World of Hunters awaited.
The Sin of Greed was within reach.
Liam and Athena did not move.
Arthur 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 Arthur's sleeve. "I want to see them too."
Arthur blinked.
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 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.
Arthur, Amelia, Camila, Liam, and Athena stood before their gates.
And for the first time since arriving in this realm—they felt resistance.
Not fear.
No hesitation.
Not weakness.
But an unyielding force.
A presence that did not ask
Did not negotiate
Did not recognize
It simply was.
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.
Living laws of existence itself, forged from the very essence of divine authority.
They did not see Arthur 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."
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.
Arthur 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.
The Sun Wardens hesitated.
Because Liam was of the Sun.
Because Liam was their kin.
They did not recognize him.
The Sun Clan had long since moved past him.
I 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 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.
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.
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.
Here she stood.
Unbound.
Unafraid.
And that
That was something the Sun Clan did not allow.
The golden gates shattered.
Not from a fight.
Not from a battle.
But from the truth.
Liam and Athena stepped forward.
And the gates couldn't ignore them.
A voice—deep and booming—came down from above.
"You weren't invited."
No anger there.
No wrath.
Just a fact.
The Sun Clan didn't summon those they had tossed aside.
To them, Liam and Athena were already forgotten.
But Liam just smirked.
He looked up at the golden throne, hidden somewhere in the huge palace.
"Then think of this as a reminder."
And just like that
They walked right in.
The Throne That Cracked
The golden halls shook.
The Sun Clan's rules
Normally unchangeable and eternal—started to falter.
Not because of an attack.
Not because of a war.
But because a truth was spoken that they couldn't ignore.
A truth they never thought could be possible.
Arthur had decided the outcome.
That changed everything.
The Lords of the Sun had been in charge for ages.
They had watched gods come and go.
They had shaped reality itself.
No one had ever questioned them.
As they looked at Arthur, standing there with his burning Eyes of Wrath, they felt something new and unsettling.
It wasn't fear.
It wasn't doubt.
It was something worse:
Irrelevance.
For the first time, their judgment didn't matter.
And that—that scared them.
"You talk like you've already won."
One of the Lords finally said, his voice echoing through the golden halls.
Arthur grinned.
"That's because I have."
The golden aura of the Sun Clan flared, pressing down on them.
A force that had crushed empires.
A force that had reduced gods to ashes.
A force that had never been challenged.
But Arthur?
He just kept walking forward.
And with each step
The weight of the Sun shattered around him.
The air twisted.
Even the idea of divine authority warped.
Because something far worse than power had entered these halls.
Freedom.
And the Sun Clan had no clue how to handle it.
Athena watched it unfold.
Saw the golden light of her family
The family that had kept her locked away her whole life—
The family that insisted she should be hidden, preserved, and protected—
Watch as it all failed.
Because Arthur walked right through it.
Like it was nothing.
Like it had never mattered.
Like it wasn't real.
And then she realized
It had never been real.
Not for Arthur.
Not for Liam.
Not for any of them.
And if it wasn't real
She didn't have to follow it.
The golden chains in her mind shattered.
In that moment—she made her choice.
She stepped forward.
Away from the Sun Clan.
Away from the throne.
Away from the cage.
Towards Arthur.
Towards freedom.
Towards her true path.
And the Sun Lords witnessed it.
And they loathed it.
The golden throne shook.
"You would turn your back on your lineage?"
"You would throw away your place?"
"You would reject the Sun?"
Athena responded quietly.
"You never gave me a place to start with."
The halls erupted.
The laws of the Sun burst forth.
"THEN YOU ARE NO LONGER OF THE SUN."
Those words burned into existence
A divine decree.
An absolute law.
An exile from eternity itself.
Athena shivered.
Arthur laughed.
A golden flame surged towards Athena, a force meant to erase her very name from the Sun Clan.
To strip her of her divine birthright.
To throw her into nothingness.
And then—Arthur raised his hand.
And he just took it.
Not blocked.
Not countered.
Not destroyed.
He simply took it.
And that golden law—vanished.
The Sun Lords froze.
Because that should have been impossible.
That shouldn't have happened.
But Arthur tilted his head, inspecting the energy like it was just a toy.
Then he said,
"You think you can just decide that?"
The golden halls cracked.
His Eyes of Wrath lit up brighter.
"You still don't get it, do you?"
He spread his arms.
"You don't get to make the rules anymore."
The Sun Lords readied to strike.
A final judgment.
The last attempt to erase this mistake.
But before they could do anything—
The golden throne behind them gave way.
Not from an attack.
Not from any external force.
It just couldn't hold on anymore.
The moment Arthur spoke—
The world had already made its choice.
And the Sun Clan was done for.
For the first time in forever
The Sun had set.
And the Lords could only watch helplessly.
Arthur turned away, leading Athena and the others toward the exit.
"Well," he grinned. "That was fun."
And with that
They left.
Not as outcasts.
Not as villains.
But as those who chose their own journey.
And the Sun Clan?
They just watched as they walked away—
Knowing their reign had ended.
And something much worse was on the rise.
---
A Thread Across Worlds
The night before they dove in, the air changed.
Not with tension.
Not with fear.
Not with doubts.
But with fate itself reshaping.
They had crossed dimensions.
They had broken rules.
They had defied deities.
But this time—
They were going to be split up.
Not by foes.
Not by distance.
But by reality itself.
---
Camila's Warning
Camila shut her book.
Her golden Eyes of Time flickered, her voice calm.
"This world is different."
Arthur leaned back in his chair. "Different how?"
Camila took a breath.
"We won't show up as ourselves."
Liam frowned. "Then who will we be?"
Camila traced her finger through the air, weaving threads of destiny.
"Our souls will switch over."
She paused.
"And they'll inhabit versions of us that are already there."
---
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 run by the Hunt."
"There are already versions of us there—living different lives, following different paths."
She met their gazes.
"Our power is tied 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 to help us find each other. No matter what."
Camila nodded. "Good idea."
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'd never made an ability before.
But she grew up hearing she had absolute power over creation.
That she could make anything.
Now, there was no one around to stop her.
Her hands shook as she wove her power into existence.
A concept that had never existed before.
A power that shouldn't even be possible.
She spoke it into being.
"Oathbound Souls."
---
Oathbound Souls
The Unbreakable Bond
The room shook.
Reality trembled.
Golden light surged from Athena's hands, wrapping around Arthur, Camila, Liam, and Amelia.
The power bound them.
Not with chains.
Not with force.
But with an unshakeable connection.
The skill etched itself into their very essence:
No matter where they ended up.
No matter what identities they took.
Even if they forgot everything
They would still be pulled toward each other.
Even if they didn't remember their names.
Even if they didn't recall their pasts.
Even if the world tried to keep them apart.
Their souls would call out.
And one by one
They would find their way back to each other.
---
The Final Step
Athena collapsed to her knees.
She was shaking.
Arthur caught her before she fell.
She looked up at him, tears in her golden eyes.
"It worked," she whispered.
Arthur 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 cloaks the sky.
Not just the kind that creeps into empty spaces.
But the kind that wraps around a soul and never lets go.
Arthur gasped as his new body stirred awake.
But this wasn't rebirth.
This wasn't about coming back to life. It was all about inheriting pain. As the memories crashed over him
Making him feel every scar, every wound, every ounce of suffering
He finally got it.
This kid this other Arthur—never had a shot at living. And the world just laughed while it broke him down.
The first memory hit him with a pain that felt never-ending. His thirteenth birthday. The day every kid was supposed to discover their superpower.
It was meant to be a big deal
A moment when a kid got to show off their strength and find their spot in the world.
So, he waited. He stood there with his classmates, heart racing, watching as his friends lit up one by one.
Some could control fire, others could bend steel with their bare hands, and a few could even heal injuries with just a thought. Then it was finally his turn.
He closed his eyes, held his breath, and waited.
But nothing happened.
A second went by.
Then two.
Then five.
Then ten.
Still—nothing.
Laughter shattered the quiet.
Someone whispered, "He's broken." Another voice chimed in, "No, he's worse. He's worthless." In that moment, his fate was set.
Because in the World of Hunters, if you didn't have power, you were treated like you didn't even matter.
The first time they hit him, he tried to fight back.
The second time, he bolted.
The third time, he pleaded.
By the hundredth time, he discovered that not reacting at all was the best way to cope.
The more he showed any response, the worse the pain became.
It wasn't just about the beatings. It was all the humiliation.
They filmed him and posted the videos online with captions like: "The Weakest Being Alive," "Watch the Trash Try to Fight Back," and "A World Without Power Needs Entertainment."
They laughed, and everyone else did too.
His teachers turned a blind eye.
His classmates ignored it.
And the principal? Completely silent.
Why would they care? He wasn't a person to them; he was just a source of entertainment—and entertainment wasn't meant to fight back.
Then he met Olivia.
She was just like him.
Without power.
Which meant no one wanted to hang out with her either.
But to him, she was the first real friend he'd ever had.
She didn't laugh at his pain, didn't just stand back and watch, and definitely didn't act like he didn't exist.
Suddenly, he found something worth living for.