The Last Survivor Of East

The New Beginning

After killing Revil, Kayden took a deep breath and whispered to himself, "I won't believe anyone. This is my revenge, and I'll fight for it alone." Bloodied and exhausted, he began his journey to the town of Kira, where Martha, the child he had saved, awaited him. The path was filled with memories of his fallen loved ones, each step echoing with the voices of Kethril's lost souls.

Upon reaching Kira, Kayden found Martha playing outside her temporary home. Seeing him, she ran over, her face lighting up with a mixture of relief and joy.

"Kayden!" she exclaimed, hugging him tightly. "You came back!"

Kayden knelt down, looking into her innocent eyes, filled with a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. "Martha, I need to go. The world is dangerous, and I have a mission. You must stay here and be strong."

Tears welled up in Martha's eyes. "But... who will protect us?"

Kayden wiped away her tears with a gentle touch. "You are strong, Martha. Stronger than you know. Remember, the people of  live here will protect you . Stay safe, and one day, we will meet again."

With a heavy heart, Kayden bid his final farewell and left Kira, setting his sights on the City of Travelers, Kashi. The journey was arduous, taking him through dense forests and treacherous terrains. He fought monsters that lurked in the shadows, each battle a test of his resolve. His blade moved with precision and deadly grace, a testament to his training and unwavering determination.

Night after night, Kayden was plagued by restless sleep. His dreams were haunted by the slaughter of his family and friends, their screams echoing in his mind. He would wake up drenched in sweat, his heart pounding, the darkness of the night closing in around him. Despite the nightmares, he pressed on, driven by a thirst for vengeance and the need to become stronger.

Finally, he reached Kashi, a bustling metropolis where people from around the world came to trade. The city's vibrant streets were a stark contrast to the desolation he had left behind. Kayden rested for a day, allowing his weary body a brief respite. During this time, he continued to hone his skills by killing monsters in the surrounding forests, each encounter sharpening his edge.

On the following day, Kayden sought out the Adventure Guild. The building was grand, filled with seasoned warriors and mercenaries. As he entered, a lady at the reception desk looked up and asked, "Why are a kid like you doing  here?"

With an emotionless face, Kayden replied, "To become a mercenary."

The room erupted in laughter at his bold declaration. Remaining silent, Kayden stood his ground, his eyes cold and unwavering. One burly man, mocking him for being a young and seemingly naive kid, approached with a sneer. "You? A mercenary? Don’t make me laugh, kid."

He tried to intimidate Kayden by pressing his hand on Kayden's shoulder and exerting his aura. Kayden didn't flinch. Instead, with lightning speed, he grabbed the man's head and slammed it onto the nearby table, splintering the wood. The room fell silent, all eyes on Kayden.

"Try if you can," Kayden said, his voice steady and icy.

The stunned silence was soon replaced by murmurs of respect and curiosity. The lady at the reception, regaining her composure, nodded. "Welcome to the Adventure Guild. It seems we have a lot to learn about you."

Kayden's journey had just begun. He was now part of a new world, one where he would continue to grow stronger, fueled by his unrelenting desire for revenge and the haunting memories of his past.

As Kayden effortlessly defeated the mercenaries, demonstrating the skills of a two-star knight, the receptionist at the adventurers' guild greeted him with a warm smile. Impressed by his prowess, she asked, "What can I do for you today?"