The dimensions of the Supreme Beings were not like the mortal realms. They were vast cradles of power, oceans of creation and destruction given form. Whenever an offspring of a Supreme was born, a new dimension would manifest—its sole purpose to contain the power of the child, to prevent their existence from unraveling everything around them.
It was said there were eleven such Supreme Worlds, each ruled by a King who had mastered eternity. Their children were no ordinary gods, but those who bore the title of Origin. Among them, one King bore twin daughters—two sides of the same coin.
The first, blessed with light and boundless potential, became the Creator God. The second, steeped in chaos and hunger, was destined to be the Destroyer God.
Balance was impossible. To give their offspring shape, the Supreme Kings had stripped their own essence—forty percent of their power to the Creator, twenty-five to the Destroyer. The Creator was doomed to suffer cycles of reincarnation, for her body could not contain such overwhelming divinity. Each rebirth was both a curse and a safeguard.
This truth lingered in the hidden depths of Raizen Hayashi's soul. Even now, in a world of neon lights and city streets, it whispered to him.
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"Master! There you are!."
The voice snapped him from his wandering thoughts. A tall boy with blonde hair and sharp blue eyes jogged up to him, grinning with the ease of someone who feared nothing. Gabriel always looked too energetic for his own good.
"They changed the seat arrangements again," Gabriel said, waving a slip of paper like it was a treasure. "Guess what? You're right behind me. Means we'll be close all day. Master and disciple together—perfect, isn't it?"
Raizen sighed, brushing a hand through his dark hair. He wasn't sure if Gabriel followed him because of loyalty or because he had no sense of boundaries. Still, there was a comfort in it. Gabriel's cheer reminded him of the few people he could still trust.
The title Master hadn't been given lightly. Months ago, Gabriel had challenged Raizen to a duel, eager to test the rumors of his skill. Raizen had defeated him effortlessly, not even breaking a sweat. Since then, Gabriel had followed him, calling himself Raizen's subordinate. He might have been loud, but he was dependable.
Yet beneath that normal life, Raizen's chest carried a weight. His body was not like others. Though he walked in a teenager's skin, within him still pulsed the strength of the Black Lion, the power of the beastman who had once torn apart armies and defied gods.
He tried to act normal. Tried to laugh. Tried to pretend that he was just Raizen Hayashi, a student. But every time his fists clenched, the ground beneath him threatened to crack. His body was a vessel holding back a storm.
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Later that day, Raizen sat in the courtyard, eyes drifting across the blue sky. A shadow fell across him, and a soft voice spoke.
"Raizen."
He looked up—and his heart skipped.
Miyako stood there, sunlight spilling across her silver hair and violet eyes. The same Miyako who had once died in his arms in another world. The same Miyako who had smiled through her tears as blood soaked her dress.
But here, she was alive. Laughing. Breathing.
"Don't drift off like that," she teased, crouching beside him. "You'll make people think you're brooding."
"I'm always brooding," Raizen muttered, but his lips curved faintly.
Miyako smiled and sat beside him, her hand brushing his. That simple touch anchored him more than any god's blessing ever could. She didn't know the storm raging in him. Didn't know he carried the weight of lives, battles, and worlds lost. To her, he was just Raizen. And for a moment, that was enough.
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But the world had a cruel habit of repeating itself.
It began when a group of older boys swaggered into the school gates, sneers plastered across their faces. Gangsters—local troublemakers who thought themselves kings of the street. Their eyes fell on Miyako and her friends.
"Hey there, pretty girl," one of them jeered. "Why don't you ditch these losers and come with us?"
Her friends froze, clutching their bags in fear. Miyako's eyes narrowed. "Leave us alone."
The gangsters laughed. One reached out to grab her arm.
Before his fingers could even touch her, Raizen moved.
To the others, it was impossible to follow. One heartbeat he was seated, the next he stood in front of them, his hand gripping the thug's wrist like an iron vice.
"Let go."
The gangster sneered—then screamed as Raizen's grip tightened, bones snapping with a sickening crack. Blood spilled as Raizen released him, letting the boy crumple to the ground. The others paled, backing away. They had seen fights before, but this… this was monstrous.
"You come near her again," Raizen said coldly, "and I'll do worse."
The gangsters fled.
For a moment, silence hung heavy. Miyako's friends stared at Raizen with wide, frightened eyes before they too ran, unable to handle what they'd just seen.
But Miyako stayed. She stepped forward, ignoring the blood, and wrapped her arms around him.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Raizen froze. The scent of her hair, the warmth of her body—it was the same as before. Memories crashed into him, of a different night, a different fight, when he had failed to protect her. His throat tightened.
Gabriel appeared from the side, frowning. He grabbed Miyako's shoulders, pulling her gently back.
"Master's acting strange," Gabriel said, watching Raizen carefully. "It's not like you to think so much. Normally, you just act. What's wrong?"
Raizen shook his head. "Nothing."
But inside, panic gnawed at him. Because he realized the truth: he still had his power. The strength of the Black Lion. The storm of the half-dragon. He could split the earth in two if he lost control. And on this fragile world, that power had no place.
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That evening, Raizen's subordinates gathered for a party. They wanted to celebrate, to drink cheap soda and laugh about fights they'd won and girls they admired. But Raizen declined.
"I have things to do," he said simply.
They groaned, joking that their boss was just too wrapped up in his girlfriend. He didn't deny it. Miyako was more important than all of them combined.
Yet even as he walked away, his senses screamed. A pulse of energy rippled across the air—dark, suffocating, and familiar.
The aura of the Destroyer.
Raizen followed it, his body moving on instinct. He turned a corner—and froze.
Gabriel stood there, holding a cloak as black as night. For an instant, his disciple's eyes seemed… wrong. Too deep. Too cold.
"Gabriel?" Raizen called.
Gabriel's expression didn't change. He pulled the cloak over his shoulders—and vanished.
Raizen's blood ran cold.
Then came the sound. Distant, sharp. Gunshots.
His heart stopped.
The party. Miyako.
No—this was the same. The same as the memory, the same as the dream, the same as the world where he had failed her.
Raizen ran, faster than any human could. His lungs burned, his vision blurred, but he didn't care. He followed the trail of blood and broken glass until he stumbled upon one of his men, clutching his stomach.
"She—she's gone…" the boy gasped. "They took her… the warehouse… in the woods…"
Raizen's body trembled. His fists clenched so tightly blood dripped from his palms.
"The same," he whispered. "It's happening the same way."
But then, as the words left his mouth, he froze. No—the details were different. The warehouse was not the same. The men were not the same. The world was shifting. Each regression changed the path.
He looked toward the forest, eyes blazing gold.
"Not this time."
And with that, Raizen disappeared into the night, With Glowing Gold eyes it feels like he's Becoming Aizen Arcime Again.
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End of Chapter 75