At the run down arena, the surroundings were full of grass and ruins. A massive logo laying down at the ground, as it became nothing but dirt that was meant to be stepped on.
Amidst this desolated scene, there are two individual fighting. Their punch was met to their face, their kick met each other as their skills seemingly equaled each other.
The right side was a spiky white and golden haired young man, wearing a battered white shirt, blue jeans and red and white boots.
While on the left side was a spiky gray haired middle aged man, his body covered with scars and half naked.
The young man threw a kick, so fast it completely immobilised the man, taking a full hit on his face.
Yet the man didn't back down, he too, also threw an uppercut to the young man's chin.
Both of them took a full hit of their attacks, as blood dripped down in the corner of their lips, as they parted away.
And yet, the young man continued his relentless attack, making the man take the full hit of his attack.
Was it meaningless…? The man thought to himself, as his head arches back because of the fist.
Everything, until the last end… Was it truly meaningless? He thought, as the punch once again connected to his cheeks.
Yet, why could not I give up?
Why do I still have to fight, when I already lost?
Just why…?
His vision became blurry, as his body could not handle the after match.
It was at that moment, when something pushed him back from standing. His eyes widened in surprise as his eyesight regained its focus.
He looked back, there his friends and lover laying down. Covered with thorns and flowers yet seemingly as if they're reaching towards him.
A torrent of memories rushes to his mind, memories after memories come. It was this moment when he truly knows, why he could not give up.
"The Wi-Fi (the sign of the beast), Generation X (Son of Man), and the rain of blood… they were all your creation. And for all we know, you could've been the savior from the prophecy. It was you, Mujin." The young man said to him, as Mujin looked at him bewildered.
I thought I'd forgotten anyone, but it looks like it was not the case. Mujin's eyes went back to the body of his friends.
I've betrayed them, cast aside them, even my own blood and flesh was no exception.
I thought I was alone for eternity… But I was wrong. My thoughts are wrong, I was not alone at all…
With a final thought, a smirk appeared on his face. "It looks like everything I did wasn't meaningless, after all."
His gaze finally left and Mujin started looking around, "This is…"
"During our final fight, we were warped here by your daughter, Mujin." The young man replied, as Mujin took a deep breath and sighed.
He slipped back his hair as it became slightly spiky and looked at the young man. "Shut up."
Red polo shirts materialize, adorned with yellow cross design. Mujin took it, it smoothly slid through his arm finally buttoning it closed.
His eyes that were once dull, were now full of life and arrogance. "Blah, blah, blah… when did you become so chatty?"
"Since when were we chatting on terms?"
And yet, a smile, the young man simply gives an exhausted smile while shrugging his shoulder at him.
Both of them went at their stances, their eyes solely focused on each other.
"There's only one thing left for discussion." Mujin said towards the young man,
"Are you sure about using your last godly powers?" the young man replied as Mujin glared at him.
"Like I said, shut up. It doesn't matter if I have the power to do it or not," Mujin took a deep breath and continued, "I'm going to kill off all gods"
"I'm Mujin Park. I'm inexhaustible and limitless. Miracles, Karma, Death… give me everything you got and I'll face it head on."
The young man's face turned into annoyance or perhaps excitement. He gave Mujin a toothy grin and said,
"Geez. When it comes to being stubborn, there are no gods reaching that height, Mujin."
"I could say the same to you, Mori."
The arena, where everything started from the very beginning. The fight between martial artists, the awakening of Jecheondaeseong, to terrorist, the battle between gods, the rise of the new jade emperor until the last battle of Humanity and God.
This place, this location and this world, everything where it begins will end at it where it started.
The ruin arena shook as small debris fell off. Mujin looked at Mori and said, "This place will soon collapse, even my body… We have five minutes at most."
"This battle has already been decided who won."
"It's pointless to keep fighting."
BUT!
Both of them move in smooth motion, both of them threw a punch,
"I have to…" both of their fists made contact with their face as blood dripped from their mouth, as a bruise appeared.
"I have to land a hit on this guy!" Both of them shouted in their thoughts as their punches became faster.
Mori's foot lashed out in a roundhouse; Mujin ducked and countered with an open-palm strike. Mori caught it midair, locking his arm. They pushed against each other, muscles straining, veins bulging.
"Gah!..." Mujin let out a saliva, he returned to his balance and headbutted Mori, "Hmph!"
Mori grunted in pain, as the impact connected. Blood dripped from his mouth yet Mori made a kick, Mujin also throwed one.
Both of their kicks passed through next at their head, as they were able to dodge it on time.
Then Mujin shifted — his leg swept Mori's ankle out from under him. Mori fell backward, catching himself with one arm, and used that momentum to launch an upward kick from the ground. It connected with Mujin's chin, sending him reeling.
Yet, "HMPH!!!" Mujin grunted, as he was the first one to balance their footing. His hand sliced through the air, aiming at Mori's head yet Mori tilted his head, Mujin's hand passed through and made a cut at Mori's ear.
It was at this moment, Mori found a chance to deliver his kick fist at Mujin's face. The speed itself broke the sound barrier, an immediate punch.
There were once two Gods, the gods were alike yet not alike. They meet different people and walk their own paths.
"HAH!!!!" Both of them shouted as their fist and kicks ready, their martial arts at their fullest peak, at this single performance dedicates the true meaning of Victory.
Then they crossed paths and fought like mad. In the end, they became the world.
As Mori once again makes a stances, "Recoilless basic kick," Mori then throws a simple kick like from the description.
It was nothing extraordinary yet, that simple kick made a slashing motion down at Mujin's torso, before he could register it, Mujin's body already covered a slice bruise.
Like other Gods, he was betrayed by the gods. And fell to earth and became human, weaker than he had even before and carrying the weight of the world. He had begun silently walking forward.
Born as a human, he was betrayed by the gods.
As Mujin was about to fall down, he gritted his teeth and held his ground. He gave Mori a side kick which successfully connected at Mori's side.
And tried to bring them down till the very last moment.
"Mubong!"
"Mori!"
Both of them shouted as they regained their footings, and once again fought like madmen. Their surroundings become even more broken, as massive and small debris is already falling.
Until one day, he became God himself. Determined to bring down the gods, he chose the paths that will lead him alone for the sake of his goals.
Their fists connected again — this time with no hesitation, no doubt.
HAH!!
The sound tore through the air. Their shockwaves split the crumbling arena floor, dust spiraling upward.
Time seemed to stretch.
Are you finally going down, Mujin? Mori looks at Mujin and continues, 'No, the fire in your eyes is still there.'
What do you really want, Mujin?
What is it that you really want?
Mori, I have nothing to apologize to you.
I don't need your apology! My hatred, my loathing had already disappeared long ago… now there is only… Emptiness.
In that instant, they weren't gods. Not saviors. Not enemies. Just two men — who had carried too much for too long — finally letting everything go in one final exchange.
And as the dust began to settle, they stood — bruised, bloodied, barely standing.
With a final thrust, Mujin hand headed towards Mori, like a sharp knife, Mori evaded yet a scratch still managed to appear.
But, Mori did not stop, he raised his leg a little and said, "Recoilless kick."
I didn't reach him… Memories rush toward Mujin's mind, their first meeting. His hand touches Mori's cheek as he looks at him.
"You're so far… as far as the road you've traveled." A faint smile appeared on his face as he looked at Mori with confidence, "That bloody old man, he did really create something interesting."
Mujin's body finally cracked, as it slowly started to disappear, just like the surroundings
As Mujin disappeared, the surroundings also started to fall apart as Mori coughed blood.
"Gaia… You've had it too hard huh…" His red iris and golden star pupil looked at Mujin's clothes.
"In the end, I'm also out of steam… But I gotta say, I still have to go back with them."
.....
As Mori opened his red and golden eyes, he noticed something strange. He was floating — weightless, suspended in a vast, endless void.
Above him, a radiant light shimmered, slowly shaping itself into the form of a serene female monk. Her presence felt both divine and familiar.
"This… Where is this?" Mori asked, his voice echoing softly through the emptiness.
"This place," the monk replied gently, "is where time and space overlap — where all things converge."
She smiled faintly. "I suppose, in your words… it would be called Heaven."
Mori glanced around, then reached out toward a golden, transparent tablet hovering beside him. Its surface shifted with visions — different eras, different worlds, flickering like reflections in water.
"I've been watching you from the beginning," the monk said. "And I must say… you did well."
Mori's gaze turned toward her, his expression sharpening. "What are you?"
The monk's lips curved into a soft, knowing smirk. "I am what you would call Gaia — a prophet, the one who sees what is yet to come."
Her tone deepened, her form glowing brighter. "Even the Earth itself—"
"Lies."
Mori's voice cut through her words. He straightened, his aura flickering faintly.
"Aren't you just Xuanzhang?"
The monk's smile deepened, and the mysterious, otherworldly aura surrounding her slowly faded — replaced by a warmth that felt undeniably human.
"Correct!" Xuanzhang said with a bright laugh, pulling Mori into an embrace.
For the first time in a long while, Mori smiled too — genuine, boyish, relieved.
"You've really grown up, huh," Xuanzhang said softly, ruffling Mori's spiky hair with a fond grin.
"Xuanzhang… you also reached Nirvana?" Mori asked, his voice filled with surprise and joy.
Xuanzhang's expression gentled further, but there was a shadow of something bittersweet behind her eyes.
"Sorry, Mori. I want to keep talking with you, but we don't have much time."
"What do you mean?" Mori asked, frowning.
"As I said before," she continued, her tone calm but firm, "this place — it exists where space and time overlap. You could call it Heaven, if you like."
She turned slightly, and the void around them rippled with golden light. Countless stars and worlds shimmered within it, pulsing with quiet life.
"Everyone who reaches Nirvana ends up here," Xuanzhang explained. "From this place, one can see everything — every world, every soul, every moment. You can oversee all creation."
Mori listened quietly, eyes wide as he took in the infinite expanse before them.
Xuanzhang smiled again, though more solemnly this time. "You would become the true God, Mori — one free from the laws of nature, unbound by death or fate."
Mori fell silent. The words true God hung in the air, heavy and distant.
He looked down at his hands — steady now, no longer trembling, but still carrying the faint memory of blood and battle.
"Free from the laws of nature…" he murmured. "Then… free from people too?"
Xuanzhang's expression softened. "Yes. No hunger, no pain, no sorrow. But also… no love, no laughter, no warmth. Only peace — eternal, absolute, and empty."
Mori gave a small, almost sad smile. "Sounds lonely."
Xuanzhang tilted her head. "You've already lived through loneliness, haven't you?"
He chuckled under his breath. "Yeah. And I learned that being alone for eternity isn't living. It's just… existing."
A silence followed — not uncomfortable, but reflective. The light around them dimmed slightly, like the world itself was listening.
Xuanzhang stepped closer, her robes glimmering faintly. "You've seen the suffering of mortals, the cruelty of gods, and the foolishness of both. You fought through it all. You could rest now, Mori. Truly rest."
Mori looked up, his red and gold eyes glinting. "I don't want to rest."
Her eyebrows rose gently.
"I want to live," he said firmly. "To walk on the same ground as everyone else. To make mistakes. To fall. To laugh again."
Xuanzhang's gaze lingered on him — proud, wistful, knowing. "Even after all that pain, you still choose the path of humans."
"That's the thing about humans," Mori replied with a faint grin. "We keep walking forward, even when it hurts."
Xuanzhang let out a quiet laugh — soft, but filled with something like relief. "You haven't changed at all."
"Neither have you," he said, smiling back.
For a moment, they stood there, surrounded by light and silence — two souls who had once fought against gods and destiny, now speaking like old friends at the edge of eternity.
Then Xuanzhang's hand gently touched his chest. A pulse of light spread outward from her palm.
"Then go," she whispered. "Live again. Not as a god… but as yourself."
Mori blinked, feeling the warmth flow through him. His body began to dissolve into golden motes of light.
"Xuanzhang…"
She smiled — calm, radiant, peaceful. "Don't worry. We'll meet again. Maybe not as gods or monks — but somewhere, someday."
He laughed softly. "You better keep that promise."
"Always."
The light engulfed him completely.
And in the last moment before everything vanished, he heard her voice — faint, distant, and gentle as a breeze:
"Even divinity envies those who dare to be human."
Then, the void broke. Except, this time, Mori truly reaches Nirvana, governing all reality and creation but also existing in physical phane.