Part _1
The beginning of the 2 months arc
: The Beginning of a New World
Affter the destruction incident after 14 days.
People did not call it an apocalypse.
That word felt too big.
They did not call it extinction either.
So they used a small word—Incident—
because the truth was too painful to say out loud.
For ten days, the world was destroyed.
Magic appeared everywhere. Not slowly, not gently.
Dragons fell from the sky. Giants walked through cities like buildings were toys. Strange magical creatures rose from the earth and water.
Cities collapsed.
Roads broke apart.
Fire covered the sky.
Oceans rose.
Forests split open.
Millions died.
Many survived.
Many lost everything.
People ran.
People hid.
People watched their families disappear.
Then, suddenly, it stopped.
After ten to fifteen days, the creatures left.
Water creatures went back to oceans, seas, and rivers.
Fire creatures returned to volcanoes and burning lands.
Earth creatures disappeared into forests and mountains.
They chose their own areas.
They ruled them.
Some creatures did not choose land at all.
Dragons and giant beings were too powerful. They gathered only with their own kind and vanished into hidden places on Earth. Humans could not stop them. Humans did not matter to them.
Silence returned.
And humanity looked around.
The world still existed.
But civilization was broken.
Cities were ruins.
Governments were scared.
Nuclear weapons were useless.
Magic was the strongest power now.
Big countries like America, Russia, and China tried to take control. They collected strong magicians and created special magic armies. Leaders believed they could rule again.
They were wrong.
Magic did not belong to governments.
In a broken street, a hungry mother asked for food. Food appeared in her hands. Her child lived.
In a ruined home, a man healed his dying family member without hospitals or money.
Magic became part of daily life.
People understood something important.
Magic was not only for the rich.
It was not only for soldiers.
It was for everyone.
Anyone could use it. Anyone could become stronger. Power no longer depended on money, position, or blood.
The poor stopped begging.
The sick stopped waiting.
The hungry stopped fearing.
Hope spread fast.
And that scared the people in power.
Religion spoke next.
In big churches and temples, priests said the same thing:
"This destruction was punishment."
"Magic is God's gift."
"The old world failed."
People believed them because they needed meaning.
Governments became weaker.
People stopped listening.
Protests began everywhere. Soldiers were no stronger than normal people now. Magic made everyone equal.
Chaos spread.
And inside this chaos, Sugara moved.
Sugura stayed in the shadows.
He watched the world carefully.
He believed people did not want freedom.
They wanted safety.
They wanted someone strong to depend on.
To build a new world, the old system had to die completely.
Sugara gave his order.
The Killings Began
In America, a high government leader was captured inside a guarded building.
Before killing him, one of Sugara's men said calmly:
"The world is changing."
"For this change, you have to die."
Then he pulled the trigger.
In Russia, a powerful military officer was killed inside an underground base. Cameras were left on.
The killer said:
"You protected a broken system."
"There is no place for you in the new world."
In other countries, the same thing happened.
Leaders. Ministers. Rich supporters of governments.
Before every killing, the same words were spoken:
"The world will change."
"And for this change, you must die."
Fear spread across nations.
Sugura's people did not stop with leaders. Rich people who supported governments disappeared. Old systems lost money, power, and support.
People heard one message everywhere:
"The government failed you."
"They hid while you suffered."
"You don't need them anymore."
People believed it—because it felt true.
Armies broke apart. Soldiers refused to fight. Civilians stood equal to them, magic glowing in their hands.
The old world did not fall with noise.
It faded away.
Two months after the Incident, the truth was clear.
The old world was dead.
Not because of monsters.
Not because of magic.
But because people no longer needed rulers.
A new world had begun.
A world without order.
A world without limits.
While all this happening in the world.
We see Saino lying on a hospital bed.
Many doctors were standing around him. No one was speaking loudly. All of them looked confused and scared.
Saino's entire body was covered in a dark aura. It was slowly moving, like smoke, wrapping around his skin.
He was in a death coma.
His heart had stopped.
His breathing had stopped.
His body was not responding.
Every machine showed the same thing—no life signs.
But still… Saino was not dead.
His consciousness was still inside his body.
One senior doctor broke the silence.
"This shouldn't be possible," he said quietly.
"His body is dead… but his soul hasn't left."
Another specialist looked at the monitors and whispered,
"Maybe… time has stopped for him."
No one argued. No one laughed.
They had no answer.
Outside the operation room, Saino's father was sitting alone.
His hands were shaking. His head was lowered. His eyes were fixed on the floor.
He looked like a man who had lost everything.
He didn't cry.
He didn't speak.
Something inside him had already broken.
He was waiting.
Not for a miracle.
Not for hope.
Just for the truth—
whatever it was going to be.
Maybe for the death.