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Fifteen years later.
"Hah… hah… We need to hurry!"
In a forest on Earth, four blurs raced through the trees, moving so fast that mortal eyes wouldn't have been able to detect them.
They were deities—four of them—each wearing expressions of terror as they ran from something unspeakably frightening.
Something they were never meant to encounter.
"We need to hurry and inform the others!"
"Yeah, we can't let them run into the Blind Hunter!"
"Damn it, why did we even run into that guy!? He set a trap for us!"
Each of them voiced their panic.
One of them, the leader, was a minor god—a Titan.
The other three were lesser gods.
They had come to this forest based on intel suggesting that one of Kronos' children—a daughter who had escaped—was hiding here.
Demeter, they had said.
But it was a lie.
A damn trap!
And now, their only hope was to get back and warn the others.
They weren't the only ones who had been sent.
Originally, there were twenty of them.
Two major gods and eight minor gods had stayed behind while the lesser gods lead by one minor god have taken the responsibility of scouted ahead to locate the girl's position.
While sprinting through the trees, the deity at the rear suddenly screamed.
A narrow root had pierced through his leg.
He collapsed with a cry, and vines from the nearby trees instantly wrapped around him, holding him in place.
The others didn't even look back.
Their fear was too strong.
They kept running, focused only on saving themselves.
But then it happened again.
Two massive tree roots shot up from the ground, grabbing two of the remaining lesser gods and pinning them to the forest floor.
They struggled, slashing at the bindings with their spears, but the divine energy ensnaring them was impossibly strong—infused with divinity by a being far more powerful than them.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
the minor god cursed as he kept running.
He had to reach the others.
He had to deliver the warning.
But deep down, he knew it was probably already too late.
If he tried to fly, he'd be an even easier target for him—the one they feared most.
The Blind Hunter.
He had appeared a year ago, and ever since, he had been silently wiping out Kronos' followers one by one.
He hunted them like a predator tracking prey—precise, relentless, unstoppable.
And now this forest was drenched in his domain, a suffocating, parallel world that made escape nearly impossible unless one possessed overwhelming power.
'I need to hurry. I need to break free. I need to reach the others. I need to inform them…'
The thoughts swirled through his mind like a storm.
Panic distorted his face, and sweat poured down his skin.
He couldn't think clearly.
He couldn't focus on anything except one truth.
He was being hunted.
The man looked back—and finally, he saw the one who had been hunting them, taking them down one by one.
The pursuer stood tall, two meters in height, with wide shoulders and a visibly muscular frame.
His hair was shoulder-length, blonde with streaks of green.
His eyes were hidden behind a cloth wrapped around them, blinding him—yet somehow, that made him all the more unnerving.
His face was striking: beautiful, but with a strong masculine edge.
He wore a dark green tunic that fell to his knees, and a short dark green cloak with golden stripes, clearly designed for ease of movement.
A kind smile played on his lips—but to the man, it felt twisted, mischievous, as if the hunter found amusement in his fear.
As if he were mocking him.
Telling him to keep running.
Toying with him.
It was terrifying but also… humiliating.
The man's pride boiled within him.
The fear, the humiliation—it was too much.
Fueled by emotion, he stopped running and turned to face the Blind Hunter.
With a cry, he raised his arm and unleashed his power—the wind domain that he had achieved and made him be recognized as a minor god.
Blades of wind sliced through the air, hurtling toward the blind man.
And then, shockingly, the wind blades flying toward the Blind Hunter pierced through him.
His arms, neck, and legs were severed, his body thrown into the air before tumbling down to the ground.
He saw it.
The man fell.
The Blind Hunter was down.
Bleeding.
Ichor spilling on the earth.
Lying still on the ground like a fallen star, motionless.
'He's dead,' the man thought. 'I've done it!
But then—tap.
Something tapped against his shoulder.
His entire body locked up in stillness.
And then, a voice behind him—calm, humorous.
"Quite a good shot you had there."
Terrified, he turned his head slowly to the left—and there he was.
The same man who had just been lying dead moments ago.
Standing there.
Smiling.
"Why do you look so afraid?"
Before the man could scream, darkness overcame his vision.
"You're going to scream, sigh… then just go to sleep,"
the Blind Hunter said to him, mischief in his voice.
His mind went blank.
And he collapsed.
The Blind Hunter stood over him, that same gentle, mischievous smile on his face.
"Well, I guess I have to take care of the others too,"
he said casually.
He turned and walked away, heading in the same direction the man had tried to escape.
But before that, he clapped his hands to release his domain—Parallel Expansion—so he could reach the others who came for the false information about his sister the bait he had set earlier, the same one the others had fallen for.
He didn't even bother to kill them.
It was more bothersome to kill them, after all—they were immortal.
Even if he killed them, they would simply reappear somewhere else.
They themselves found no comfort here.
Take, for example, the wind Domain—some would return to the sky, where the wind blows, or to the mountains , where the wind is strong.
And then he would have to kill them all over again, which was even more troublesome.
So, instead, he chose to take prisoners.
The minor god—along with the lesser gods that had been captured earlier—were now being consumed by the earth, swallowed by vines and stone, dragged into a subterranean prison where they would remain until the Blind Hunter decided what to do with them.
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