Dark paused, his eyes scanning his surroundings. The world around him was eerily quiet, the aftermath of countless battles etched into the landscape. Trees lay broken, the ground scarred and burnt. Insects buzzed in the distance, a stark contrast to the silence that enveloped him. He turned to his menu, the statistics displayed before him staggering—over 500 million people, creatures, and monsters had fallen by his hand.
Dark: (thinking) What happened to me? What have I become?
His voice, tinged with sorrow and disbelief, broke the silence as he spoke aloud.
Dark: All this anger, rage, and madness... just for strength?
He looked up at the sky, the sun casting a pale light over the desolate scene, memories of his dreams flooding his mind.
Dark: I used to dream of destroying a mountain with a single strike... Now I dream of having a heart... of feeling emotions...
Dark: What have I become? I almost killed my friends...
He dropped to his knees, fists slamming into the ground repeatedly, the earth cracking under the force of his blows.
Dark: What... HAVE I BECOME?!
He glared at the sky, pointing an accusatory finger upward, his voice echoing through the empty landscape.
Dark: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, COSMIC! EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT!
Tears streamed down his face as he sat on the ground, the once mighty warrior now vulnerable, covering his face with his cape.
Dark: What have I become...
Suddenly, the menu opened up, the quest list glowing ominously. Below the completed quests, a new one appeared:
Quest: Divine General Of Zeno, Nen
Objective: 0/1
Rewards:
• Divine General Strength
• 9,500,000,000,000,000.00 XP
• Indomitable Will
Dark looked at the menu, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Dark: Seriously?...
Dark: So I kill more than 500 million beings just to fight him in the end?
His serious expression returned, determination replacing despair.
Dark: (thinking) Well, I have gotten stronger. I'm now level 750 from those 149 guilds.
Dark: (thinking) I think I can. I can do this.
He clenched his fist, the ground beneath him trembling slightly.
Dark: I can do this.
The scene shifted to the Academy Of The Elites. The students were leveling up and training, their efforts evident in the sweat on their brows and the intensity of their movements. They were learning classes, honing their skills under the watchful eyes of their instructors.
Suddenly, a student stood up, his presence commanding attention. He had striking features, sharp eyes, and a confident demeanor. His hair was a deep shade of blue, and he wore the academy's uniform with an air of superiority.
Student: HEYYY!!! TEACHER!!
Tracy, a seasoned instructor, turned to face the student.
Tracy: Yes, Nimpo?
Nimpo: Is this the academy my younger brother attended? You all are pathetic.
Tracy: Who is your younger brother?
Nimpo: His name is Dark. Well, that's what you call him.
The whole class gasped, whispers spreading like wildfire.
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Dark's Pre Crisis
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