「You are born an orphan.」
「You seem to have been born on a battlefield, a mountain of corpses in a sea of blood where viscera flows like rivers.」
「As far as the eye can see—」
「There are severed limbs everywhere, and the twisted, chaotic corpses of grotesque monsters, their organs piled high.」
「Ruins and rubble are on all four sides, a gruesome sight of blood and devastation. The air is thick with the scorching scent of war.」
「You blink, raise your hand, and look at your own palm, stained with mottled blood.」
「"..."」
「You clench your fist, feeling only a soft, tender powerlessness.」
「Tsk.」
「It's... a baby's little hand.」
「You lower your hand, raise your gaze with a blank expression, and look at the bright sun in the sky.」
「Perhaps because blood has soaked into your pupils, even the sunlight appears a crimson, bloody color.」
「...I'm numb to it.」
「What a hellish start...」
「You just knew that with this stupid simulator refreshing three seemingly god-tier talents, nothing good was going to happen.」
You know that yourself, huh...
He opened his mouth, wanting to complain. Unfortunately, Su Shu's newborn vocal cords could only produce a shrill cry.
With his adult soul, what grand scenes hadn't he witnessed? The subjugation of a Beast by seven Grands, I was there! Oh, wait, I was the Beast. Never mind then.
Faced with this R-rated scene overflowing with ketchup, they were just corpses. He wasn't exactly terrified.
However, trying to make a sound with an infant's body, his breathing couldn't help but become a little ragged.
Su Shu thought for a moment.
And decided to shut his mouth.
Crimson Rage, Demonic Sword Symbiosis, Limiter.
Together, they formed an image in his mind: a soul of Sparta, wielding a bloodthirsty demonic sword, having broken free of its limiter.
This is a peerless, mighty man.
So, Gul'dan, what was the price?
Su Shu figured it out.
Holy shit, you son of a bitch, with these three talents combined, I won't have a single hair on my head!
What level of demon or monster would it take to withstand such a brutally overpowered talent configuration?
He had only been with his wife for three days.
He had just been feeling that he could withstand her... exploitation a little.
And the result was... he was suddenly pulled into a simulation.
That Mystic Eye of Blood-Drinking.
That voice that had resounded in his mind...
Was so damn familiar.
At first, Su Shu hadn't been sure.
But combined with the talent descriptions, he understood immediately.
Without a doubt.
That was the Darkin Blade, Aatrox.
Once a warrior of the Ascended Host, now reduced to a source of rage-filled soundbites.
And also one of the heroes that Su Shu, a player with great passion but little skill, loved to pick.
Just what kind of weird and wonderful things has this world been stitched together with?
That being said, compared to the abominations from Warhammer, a sword-demon like Aatrox was practically a well-behaved good boy.
Blinking his big eyes, he looked at the opening scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Su Shu fell into deep thought.
In his current state, what could he even do?
He had originally planned to just throw the game and go back to cuddling with his witch.
But the talents were too damn good.
He now knew—the reward after the simulation ended was a token of the simulation character itself. Its synchronization rate would give him the attribute bonus of the character at their most powerful moment at the end of the simulation.
Therefore, to deal with the upcoming world crisis, Su Shu hoped to increase his own strength as much as possible.
He didn't fear death... but struggling to survive was a human instinct.
The various disasters that would descend in the future were not something that could be resisted by the mystery of magecraft from the Nasuverse side alone.
Unless he could reach the Root.
If the plan to run away couldn't be realized...
What Su Shu wanted to do was: in the remaining ten or so years, to initiate a path of psionic ascension for all of humanity, or even a cataclysmic ascension, to find a sliver of hope to fight against the various disasters.
And so...
"I'll try to live."
Muttering this to himself in his heart...
Su Shu's breathing gradually slowed down.
「You do not know who your parents are, and your adult rationality prevents you from crying.」
「You open your eyes and calmly assess the situation.」
「In the distant urban area, the roars of warriors still reverberate in the air. The slaughter is clearly not over.」
「But, the good news that isn't so good is—at least in your area, both sides of the conflict seem to have been wiped out.」
「The corpses of the burly human warriors beside you are all wearing the same style of cloaks and armor, and should belong to the same faction.」
「The enemy they fought was not human, nor an animal like a magical beast—but various kinds of indescribably grotesque monsters.」
「All sorts of tragic corpses are piled together.」
「You, alone and helpless, are embedded in this pile of corpses.」
「From within the monster's corpse, a twisted, tangled intestine slides out from between the sticky, bloody internal organs, coiling and winding.」
「Perhaps because it has only recently died, it still radiates a slight warmth of steaming blood.」
「You ponder for a moment.」
「You twist your body and wriggle a little deeper into the pile of corpses.」
「You raise your weak, newborn infant arm, and with great effort, you pull over an intestine and cover your body with it.」
「You try your best to bury yourself in the pile of corpses.」
「This is the only thing you can do now.」
「The sticky, slimy, disgusting sensation caresses your skin. The rich, bloody smell assaults your undeveloped sense of smell.」
「You lie quietly in the pile of corpses. The warmth of the surrounding flesh and blood gives you a warmth like a mother's embrace.」
「Your luck has never been very good.」
「And yet, at this moment, you can only pin your hopes on your own good fortune.」
「In your ears, the distant roars of humans are gradually fading.」
「A chilling sound, like the grinding of flesh and blood, the crushing and chewing of bones, floats in the air.」
「You close your eyes.」
「No prayers to the gods.」
「No pleas to fate.」
「Only the utmost effort... to pursue the peace of mind called survival.」
「Time passes, second by second, in a deathly silence.」
「The sun sets and the moon rises. Night gradually approaches.」
「The screams of the warriors have vanished into the scorching air.」
「The humans around you seem to have all died.」
「The remaining grotesque monsters, having achieved victory, wander the streets. Their bodies seem to grind against the ground, making a slimy, disgusting, and unsettling crawling sound.」
「The sound of teeth grinding and chewing, crushing flesh and bone, floats faintly in the desolate night.」
「You know very well.」
「That is the monsters, gnawing on the corpses of people.」
「The sky darkens inch by inch. In the cloudless night sky, the stars begin to twinkle.」
「The blood flows out of the corpses. That residual warmth has long since faded in the past few hours.」
「A chill is spreading.」
「The most basic human desires are rising.」
「Not only does hunger emerge from your body...」
「You also feel the cold brought by the loss of heat.」
「Your stomach faintly begins to wail. This infant body instinctively wants to let out a cry for its mother, a cry for nourishment.」
「You curl up in the pile of corpses, motionless.」
「Feeling the cold all over your body, and that unbearable hunger.」
「Your will can still control you, to try your best to stay awake, but your stomach must not make any obvious sound.」
「Your hazy brain spins with effort for a moment.」
「Tremblingly...」
「You raise your hand and grab the monster's intestine before you—」
「You bring that grotesque flesh and blood to your lips, which are so dry they are about to crack, and begin to suck the remaining blood from it.」
「Slimy.」
「Sticky.」
「Disgusting.」
「Repulsion.」
「Your brain is trembling, your nerves are shaking.」
「Your human instincts are madly reminding you to refuse this kind of eating, but your throat still moves slightly, swallowing the monster's blood whole.」
「A faint, burning warmth seems to spread from your stomach.」
「You feel your body has become a little warmer.」
「You swallow the mixed blood of humans and monsters.」
「Like sucking... on a mother's breast.」
「The mountain of corpses and sea of blood, formed by humans and monsters, opens its arms wide—」
「Nurturing you... this God-Slayer.」
...
Sunrise, a faint glimmer of dawn.
On the horizon of the azure Ionian coast, the hazy sunlight of a new morning slowly rose.
On a battlefield as scorching as hot earth...
A burly, red-haired man on a tall steed led his army into this devastated town, which had been destroyed to the point of near ruin.
He was bare-chested, his torso and arms branded with crimson war tattoos, and he exuded a heart-stopping aura of majesty.
"Your Majesty..."
Looking at this tragic battlefield, like a mountain of corpses in a sea of blood...
The generals following behind the red-haired man couldn't help but show expressions of sorrow.
"Seeing the banner of Sparta, yet no one comes out to greet us... the warriors of this Oebas have likely already been sacrificed."
Hearing his adjutant's words...
The red-haired man lowered his eyelids and was silent for a moment.
Though he was the king of a city-state...
He wore not a crown, but the helmet of a warrior.
Because every Spartan was a warrior to the death.
The King of Sparta, Leonidas I.
Lowering his crimson eyes, he said softly.
"Search for survivors..."
"Your Majesty, this was an unprecedentedly large hell-rift opened by Tartarus. Not only our city-state was attacked, but also Athens, Syracuse, Boeotia, Argos..."
The adjutant said with a solemn expression. "The demons that have run rampant from the gates of hell are not without fame. The survivors are likely..."
"I told you to search."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The Spartan army behind him poured into the scorching, tragic ruins of the streets, on high alert.
The tyrannical and bloodthirsty grotesque creatures from the hell-rift, like flies smelling fresh blood, crawled madly towards the city gate from every corner of the urban area.
The King of Sparta, Leonidas, dismounted from his horse, took a long spear from a warrior beside him, and silently stepped into this town.
The battle lines between humans and demons clashed once more.
Flesh and intestines slid and coiled, and thick blood splattered.
Under the sunlight, in the center of the city-state's ruined square...
Before a pile of corpses made of humans and monsters...
Splish, splish—
A long-haired woman with withered and shriveled skin, who looked as if she were only supported by her skeleton, was plunging her hands into the flesh and blood, searching for her favorite dish.
The brain, too greasy.
The large intestine, bland.
The heart, too tough to chew.
Finally...
She lifted her arms in excitement.
Because she had finally found it, the appetizer she had been smelling for so long, her absolute favorite—
It was... a newborn baby!
What a delicious delicacy!
Gently draped in the warmth of the sunlight...
His skin felt the embrace-like touch of a hand.
"...Am I saved?"
The dying infant slightly opened his deep ocher eyes and, under the sunlight, looked at the strange woman holding him.
On the corner of her bleeding mouth...
Was a chilling half-smile.
"You look... delicious, little one."
In an instant...
Alarms screamed in his mind.
Su Shu instantly realized...
The thing before him... was not human.
In that moment.
Shhh—
A thin line of blood suddenly split open on the woman's forehead and spread vertically, soon reaching her scalp and jaw, forming a dark red closed loop.
Screee—
A sharp, rough noise, like tearing through some tough, leather-like material.
The elegant beauty...
Suddenly fell to hell.
Half of her face was directly "torn" off, revealing the bloody flesh inside—
Under the torn skin, the blurry flesh and blood squirmed and deformed.
A giant eyeball embedded in the center of the flesh slowly appeared.
An empty white, a狰狞 pupil filled with blood vessels, and below the pupil, a set of crisscrossing, gnashing, sharp teeth, from which a thick mucus dripped.
A gaze filled with hunger was fixed on Su Shu's face.
Facing the infant with his eyes open, on the brink of death...
She... opened her mouth and slowly bit down...
Pshk—!
Like a crimson meteor, a sharp spear with a flaming tail shot from behind and fiercely pierced through the "woman's" back!
The violent force sent a spray of flesh and blood flying, pinning her entire body to the pile of corpses.
The dying infant fell from her arm...
And was gently and steadily caught in the burly arm of a red-haired man.
Su Shu dazedly opened his eyes...
Looking at the man's face before him, which was as chiseled as if by a knife and axe, handsome and angular.
"Good kid, to have survived this..."
The King of Sparta said softly.
He forced a smile from his majestic face.
Suddenly...
The corpse of the woman on the ground began to swell abnormally, and a strange, hissing sound came from her body.
A massive eyeball grew out of the bloody wound, writhing, breaking the long spear, and occupying the position where the chest cavity should have been.
Pshk—
Whether it was the upper body or the lower body...
Several deformed human arms suddenly thrust out from her body, and with a spray of glistening blood, pierced through her withered and shriveled skin.
The demon, with its incredibly resilient life force, grew from a corpse in an instant, and in a short time, formed a grotesque spider-like form.
The spider-like appendages...
Slowly supported her upper body.
A hoarse, muffled female voice...
Erupted from her bloody, mangled face.
"Leonidas..." she roared, almost. "How dare you disturb my meal—!"
"Meal."
"A thing that is not human dares to learn human etiquette."
Handing the dying infant to a warrior following behind him...
The King of Sparta threw away the shield and spear that were handed to him. Against these beasts from hell, weapons were just shackles to him.
Rip—
With a sound of tearing silk...
The woman's bloody, mangled face split into four petals, and then slowly peeled back, blooming like a flower.
Fresh, pink muscle fibers were exposed, revealing the gaping, parasite-like maw beneath.
The grotesque eyeball on her chest stared directly at the red-haired man before her.
Behind her, several more bloody, insect-like appendages extended.
The original human form had completely transformed into a twisted monster, letting out a deafening roar.
"ROAR—!"
A violent, foul stench spread out, and a shockwave of wind erupted.
The roar was just a show of force.
The real attack was hidden behind the momentum.
Shhh—
The appendages extending from her back shot towards Leonidas's temple. The bony tips at the end glowed with a poisonous, dark green color.
The demon's combat instincts were, admittedly, very precise. It wanted to shatter the King of Sparta's skull in one blow, instantly depriving its prey of the ability to resist.
And yet...
The sound of the wind... suddenly stopped—
The powerful, full-body force, the near-supersonic strike...
Was directly caught in the man's hand.
The monster's bloody, filthy appendage.
The man's burly, solid arm.
The thrust that could pierce a city wall in one blow was casually blocked by the man.
His figure didn't even sway. Even the huge shock that should have been generated seemed to have been completely negated by his strength.
Crack.
The lean, iron-like muscles suddenly flexed. Leonidas squeezed his palm tightly.
To the demon's hissing scream...
The King of Sparta crushed her appendage into a blurry, sticky pulp of flesh and blood.
"Pain! It hurts so much!! You savage...!"
The red-haired man lifted his foot and kicked forward directly!
A force like a meteor strike slammed into the eyeball on the woman's abdomen!
Pshk—
The demon's bodily fluids, like a burst water balloon, splattered out directly!
Lifting the broken appendage in his hand, Leonidas opened his right hand, grabbed the demon's head, and, like a football, threw it violently!
BOOM—!
Rubble flew.
Dust dispersed.
The spider-demon's body flew backward like a cannonball, directly smashing through the square's standing sundial and embedding itself in the wall.
To the awe-filled gazes of the warriors...
The King of Sparta, Leonidas, strode forward, and with both palms, he grabbed the gaping maw that the woman's entire face had become.
Drip, drip...
Dark green mucus dripped down powerlessly.
"Spare... spare me..."
Both hands suddenly exerted force—
Screee... !
With a clear sound of tearing silk...
Flesh and blood flew.
Tangled intestines burst out in piles.
To the spider-demon's scream, which seemed to pierce the heavens...
Her body was directly torn in half by the man with the most primitive, most savage violence—!
Splash...
A rain of blood fell.
The red-haired man, bathed in blood but unharmed, lowered his body.
From the woman's corpse...
He picked up the tattered, yet still writhing, cocoon-shaped demon heart from the ground.
The writhing heart, with its growing, opening and closing teeth, let out a pained, whimpering, intermittent voice.
"You... even if you kill me... it's meaningless...
"As long as... I am feared by humans... a named demon... will be resurrected again and again...
"The abyss's... rift has already been... opened by Chaos!
"The gates of hell... of Tartarus...
"Will eventually... swallow all of Greece!"
Faced with the demon's heart in his hand...
"Spartans are all outstanding demon hunters."
Saying this softly...
The King of Sparta, expressionless, slowly squeezed his palm.
"You resurrect once, we kill you once. Because...
"—This... is... Sparta!"
Pshk—
In the withering, dissipating demon flesh and blood...
The heart was crushed by the man.
The King of Sparta, Leonidas I, stood at the very top of the town square, his crimson eyes slightly lowered, looking down at the entire field below.
The advancing Spartan army was like a meat-grinding war chariot, harvesting all the remaining demons in this town.
The clear sunlight rose brightly.
As the entire battlefield was harvested, cleaned, and cleared...
The few remaining demons were also all wiped out.
Following their king's command...
And so, the Spartan warriors silently began to search for any possible survivors among their compatriots in this town.
The corpses of warriors and the flesh and blood of demons were dug up inch by inch. The ruined rubble was quickly excavated.
And yet...
The more they searched...
The more desperate the result became—
Finally...
Three heavily blood-stained infants, wrapped in swaddling clothes and on the brink of death, were presented before Leonidas.
"They're all gone, Your Majesty."
The adjutant's voice was filled with a choke.
But in the dictionary of a Spartan, there are no tears.
"All the men, women, and elderly...
"All our Spartans in this town who could take up arms...
"Were sacrificed in the slaughter against the demons..."
A priest in a long robe was reciting prayers for the deceased before the collapsed sundial in the square.
The Spartan warriors standing on both sides, a long and silent line, were like mourning statues.
In the deathly silence...
The red-haired man was silent.
He silently gazed at the three infants in their swaddling clothes before him.
They were still breathing faintly.
"It's a... miracle..." the adjutant said, stunned.
"Without milk, without swaddling clothes, they survived for a day and a night by drinking demon blood, and miraculously survived...
"These three children...
"Are the only survivors of this Oebas, Your Majesty."
In the fading wind, he was silent for a long time.
Leonidas looked up at the sun rising from the surface of the Ionian Sea.
In the sunlight...
There seemed to be a hint of blood.
That was the gods, bleeding.
In this solemn, almost funeral-like atmosphere...
The King of Sparta lowered his eyelids and spoke softly.
"Ever since our revered god Zeus led the gods in a world-shaking battle against that Titan King Cronus...
"The chaos that their battle ultimately summoned tore open a rift to another world, and from then on, countless grotesque creatures have poured in from hell...
"Tartarus was corrupted.
"Hell has completely fallen into a den of demons.
"For over a hundred years, the hell-rifts have appeared more and more frequently. The fear of people has given birth to the descent of demons.
"Our gods are still at war with the crimson giant that descended from the heavens. Olympus is in chaos, and they have no time for us.
"I know everyone is working hard—we are bleeding, we are sacrificing, and there is almost no end in sight to our struggle against the demons.
"However, the more difficult and arduous the situation...
"The more we must persevere, the more we must fight!
"Because battle is the ancestral teaching that has been passed down by Spartans!
"Their sacrifice was not in vain! Their glory is forged from blood!
"They have proven with their lives that they are brave and fearless Spartan warriors!
"As long as we persevere until the crimson giant is subjugated! The favor of the gods will once again shine upon us!
"We will get enough food, fertile land, and be given everything we want!
"So... hold on, my compatriots!
"The glory of Sparta will surely spread to every inch of this land!"
To the King of Sparta's voice, which went from deep and solemn to impassioned...
The Spartan warriors all bowed their heads deeply, swearing their loyalty.
From the adjutant's hands...
Leonidas gently took the infant in swaddling clothes.
"These three are the only children left in this town.
"And so, they are... the children of all of us Spartans.
"A blood feud can never be repaid.
"So I will adopt them as my sons and personally train them to be the strongest demon hunters!
"Children who survived on the blood of demons?
"Well done! We Spartans should drink their blood and eat their flesh! Devour and suck dry all the flesh and blood of demons!
"You, who were found last, shall be the youngest son.
"Your name shall be Dante Sparda! This is the name that will slaughter hell! Your name will surely make the demons tremble in fear!
"You, who were found second, shall be Dante's elder brother.
"Your name shall be Vergil Sparda! This is the proof that will pierce heaven and earth! Your name will surely tear apart the earth and the sky!
"And finally...
"You, who were found first, shall be their eldest brother.
"Good boy, still with your eyes open!
"And so, I will grant you the Spartan name of Strength (Kratos)! Your existence is the best symbol of our Spartan blood flowing in this world!"
Facing the bright sunlight in the sky...
Leonidas held the infant high in his hands.
The black-haired infant slightly opened his deep ocher eyes.
And from on high, he looked down at the King of Sparta before him.
"The moment your name is born and resounds, both the stars and hell will bow at your feet!
"Your name is...
"Kratos of Sparta!"
On the peak of a cloud-piercing mountain...
Wearing a crown woven from olive branches and draped in a simple and holy pure white veil...
A woman with orange hair stood with her hands behind her back, her brilliant golden eyes slightly lowered.
In her amber-clear pupils, layered concentric lines seemed to ripple.
Standing in the temple...
And through the clouds, she gazed at the scene on the ground.
A faint, imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of the woman's lips.
"Kratos... huh?
"What a good name."
"The so-called 'Dominion'."
"Is also the 'Wisdom' to command fools."
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