2025-10-18 16:42:23Darkness stretched endlessly. No up. No down. Just black—thick, heavy, pressing against Kael Ardyn’s mind like some invisible cage. Far off, faint shapes shimmered. Tombstones. Countless tombstones. Rigid, silent, stretching beyond the horizon like a graveyard for forgotten souls.
A chill slithered down his spine. He tried to move. A finger. An arm. Anything. But nothing obeyed. His body felt like lead. Every limb weighed down as if the air itself had turned into chains. Thoughts slogged through fog, slow, incomplete, like his mind had been swallowed whole.
Then, out of the mist, a figure emerged.
A man. Middle-aged. Calm, commanding. Eyes sharp, slicing through the black. Power radiated off him—not loud or brash, but precise. Terrifying in its quiet. And yet… even here, Kael felt it. Authority. Undeniable.
“Welcome,” the man said. His voice was deep, echoing, as if the void itself had learned to speak. “You are now the host of the War God System.”
Kael’s throat tightened. “The… what? Host? System? Who… are you?”
The stranger gestured toward the endless tombstones. Glimmers danced along their edges. “This is your consciousness sea. The War God System is the ultimate solo combat interface. Its purpose? To forge Super War Gods. Every challenge tests your limits. Every failure… erases you.”
Kael’s pulse jumped. “So… I’m part of it now?”
“When you wore the Omnipotent Space Ring,” the man said, calm as ever, “it fused with your body. I am its steward. My name… was Lyndric Fayne.”
Kael’s eyes flicked back to the tombstones—thousands. Tens of thousands. Stretching to infinity. “All of them… failed?”
“One succeeded,” Lyndric said softly, almost mournfully. “The rest remain here. Memories buried in this place.”
The void seemed to shiver. Kael’s voice trembled. “And if I fail?”
“Then you join them.”
A blinding flash tore through the darkness.
Kael gasped violently. Harsh white light stabbed his eyes. The metallic tang of antiseptic filled his nose. Straps bit into his wrists, holding him fast in a steel chair inside a six-walled containment chamber.
“A containment room…” he muttered bitterly. “Psychiatric protocol…”
Memories hit all at once—the four students, the fight, crimson streaking his hands, the precision guided by something else… the War God System. And Elara Myrin. Her face. Her eyes. The confession. The kiss.
Kael exhaled slowly. Bitter amusement twisted his lips. “Reckless fool. Letting that… thing control me.”
A half-smile touched his face, but didn’t reach his eyes. “Self-defense or not, they’ll never see it that way. Murder. Assault. Madness… maybe all three.”
Leaning back, he weighed his options. Prison. Execution. Same end. Unless… unless he played the part he had studied, practiced, perfected: Arcane Mind Arts. Temporary insanity could buy him time. Convincing enough.
A senior’s voice echoed: “If you ever end up in the Second Psychiatric Hospital, I’ve got your back.”
A dark plan took shape. Survive. Pretend. Wait. Prepare.
Far above, in Moonspire Academy’s observation tower, President Arcturus replayed the night’s events on a massive holographic screen—every frame: Kael’s drunken confession, the fight, the corpses.
“Such potential… wasted,” Arcturus murmured, brow furrowed. “And he provoked the Myrins. That boy’s path is carved into blood.”
A secretary leaned closer. Whispered: “Her father won’t ignore this. Admiral Myrin has requested Kael Ardyn’s immediate transfer.”
Arcturus exhaled. “Then it is decided. The Dark Galaxy awaits him.”
Aboard the flagship of the Second Starborne Armada, Admiral Orlan Myrin watched the same replay. Morning’s chaos—kiss, deaths—looped before him. A thin, calculating smile tugged at his lips.
“My daughter still fears a few cadets? That won’t do,” he muttered. “She needs steel. Rigor. This vacation… she goes to the front lines for a month. Must see blood. Must not falter.”
His gaze hardened. “And that boy… Kael Ardyn. He dared touch a Myrin. Bold. Reckless. Or suicidal.”
The adjutant stayed silent. Every motion on screen: precise, swift, cold. Dismemberment. Disposal. Even the fire. Myrin analyzed every detail with surgical patience.
“Send word to Silvercrest Military Institute,” he commanded. “Kael Ardyn is transferred to the Darkmoon Planet Special Infantry Corps—one year at the Voidspawn front. Survive… and he lives. Fail… he joins the nameless dead.”
The adjutant hesitated. “Sir…”
“A death sentence, yes,” Myrin said. “But only survivors become worthy of notice.”
Back at Silvercrest Academy, Arcturus’s face darkened. The Darkmoon front was infamous. Few survived. Fewer returned.
Moments later, the metallic door to Kael’s chamber clanged open. Eight guards carried four stretchers draped in white cloth, followed by the principal.
Without a word, the stretchers were uncovered. Four cadets lay exposed. Pale. Grotesque. Stitched unnaturally.
“Kael Ardyn,” the principal’s voice reverberated. “You murdered classmates, desecrated bodies, and assaulted Elara Myrin. Do you plead guilty?”
Kael lifted his gaze casually. “Self-defense. Didn’t mean to kill them.”
“Self-defense?” The principal’s voice sharpened. “And the dismemberment? The burning? That isn’t defense—it’s mutilation. Alone?”
Kael’s lips twitched into a grin. “Don’t shout, Santa Claus. I was cutting a cake too slowly. Didn’t light the candles before the wish came true. Then… the prince kissed the princess. Hahaha!”
The principal frowned. “Santa Claus?”
“Oh? Then maybe you’re the bell-ringer from the old cathedral! Beard’s fake, right?” Kael mocked.
A pause. Then a faint, tired laugh. “Clever. Pretending insanity… but futile. You offended Admiral Myrin’s daughter. Verdict is set.”
“You have two choices,” the principal continued softly. “End it here. Or serve one year on Darkmoon Planet under General Myrin. Survive, and freedom is restored. Choose wisely.”
The War God System whispered inside Kael’s mind: Survive. Grow stronger.
Death. Prison. Insanity. All meaningless. Only survival mattered.
“I’ll go,” he said. “To the Dark Galaxy.”
The principal nodded. “May the stars pity you.”
The door slammed. Alone with the corpses and the System’s hum, a whisper echoed:
War God integration: five percent complete.
Kael clenched his fists. Pain lanced through his wrists, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes gleamed with cold resolve. The tombstones in the void—the countless failures—flashed again. Fear no longer gripped him.
To wield the power of a War God… you must survive hell itself.
And Kael Ardyn had just begun.
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The white feather hovered in the air, flickering like it had a mind of its own. It moved fast—too fast—trailing them like a shadow that refused to disappear. It twisted, curled, and seemed almost alive.Then, from the swirling energy, it started to change. Slowly at first, then faster, the feather stretched, reshaped, and finally became a towering figure. Dark, polished armor gleamed across every muscle, every plate shining with a life of its own.“You… once my ward,” the sentinel said, voice booming like thunder bouncing off mountains. “And now your recklessness has broken the bond. Your presence here… it will be unmade.”The air itself thickened. Energy whipped around him, twisting reality like a storm had come to life inside the chamber.Lyndric Fayne didn’t pause. His golden armor flared into place, and his spear and blood-red longsword shot forward as one, cutting through the air, striking the sentinel square on.The chamber erupted with shattered energy, sparks flying like tiny
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